real? Wow, I thought you were kidding about that, you know, like the pick up line ‘I train dolphins.’” I had to admit, though. I was impressed. He was officially the coolest guy I knew. He must have had some weird idea that I was as cool as him if he was asking me to go with him. As impressed as I was, I wasn’t sold on the idea. “Um, skydiving. That’s something I’ve never imagined I’d do.”
I felt queasy, and knew it wasn’t the mixture of tequila and beer making me feel like that. In fact, thinking about it, jumping from a plane and relying on the aid of a thin piece of material to stop me from hitting the ground at full speed, I thought I was going to throw up.
“Honestly, I’m not sure I could to do it.” I hoped my face hadn’t turned green with nausea.
“Well you know what?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m not taking no for an answer. In fact, you can’t say no, I’ve already booked it. Besides, if you want to drink with me, you’ve got to jump with me.”
“I’ll be with you?” Still unsure if I would actually do it.
“I’ll make sure you are,” he replied with certainty. “Besides, it’s the least they can do after calling me in on a Friday night.”
“And you’re experienced?” If I was putting my life in his hands, I had to know I was safe.
He shook his head, smiling at me. “You know, I’m not used to the third degree.”
“I’m sorry.” Damn it. Me and my chicken shit nerves. I was going to lose the opportunity to see him again. I swallowed my nerves. “Yes, I’ll come. Forget I even said anything.”
“Don’t be sorry for being yourself. I like the fact that you give it to me as much as you take. It’s refreshing. I’m used to everyone just agreeing with me all time.”
I had no idea what he meant by that, but I felt I had to explain myself. “I have three older brothers, so I’ve had to learn to fight for what I want.”
“Three brothers? I’d better watch myself then.”
I laughed. “Yes you had, and they are super protective of me. Especially Tony. He’s in the Santa Cruz Police Department.”
“A cop, hey? I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior. Now, give me your cell.” He held his hand out and wiggled his fingers at me. “I want to call my number so yours will register on my cell.”
“Why don’t I just give you my number?”
“Not a chance.” He smiled and tapped the end of my nose. “I’m not falling for that trick. Give me a fake number so I can’t contact you. Cell phone, please.”
He waited patiently for my phone with his palm up as I reached into my clutch bag and pulled out my cell.
“I don’t play games,” I told him, and handed him my cell phone. “What you see is what you get.”
“And that is what I like about you.” He started tapping out his number on the keypad.
My grin at that comment must have resembled the cat that caught the mouse. I couldn’t believe he just said he liked me when we had only met a couple of hours ago. Of course, I wish I had the courage to ask him in what context he liked me, but at the core of it, I was a chicken shit. Skydiving or not.
His cell rang once in his pocket then stopped.
“Now I have your number and I’ve stored mine in yours.” He passed back my cell phone. “I’ll text you the address for the airfield and the time you need to be there by. I’m sorry I can’t pick you up. I start at five a.m. to prepare the chutes and I have jumps scheduled all morning before ours.”
“No, that’s fine,” I told him honestly. “I didn’t expect you to give me a ride anyway. We hardly know each other, but you’re inviting me to go skydiving with you. Who does that?”
“You and me apparently.” He gave me a flirty smile before turning serious. “Call me crazy, but I feel like we have met before. We haven’t, have we? In LA?”
He looked intensely at me, almost like he was hoping a small feature of mine might trigger his memory. I held my breath, hoping that he
I felt queasy, and knew it wasn’t the mixture of tequila and beer making me feel like that. In fact, thinking about it, jumping from a plane and relying on the aid of a thin piece of material to stop me from hitting the ground at full speed, I thought I was going to throw up.
“Honestly, I’m not sure I could to do it.” I hoped my face hadn’t turned green with nausea.
“Well you know what?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m not taking no for an answer. In fact, you can’t say no, I’ve already booked it. Besides, if you want to drink with me, you’ve got to jump with me.”
“I’ll be with you?” Still unsure if I would actually do it.
“I’ll make sure you are,” he replied with certainty. “Besides, it’s the least they can do after calling me in on a Friday night.”
“And you’re experienced?” If I was putting my life in his hands, I had to know I was safe.
He shook his head, smiling at me. “You know, I’m not used to the third degree.”
“I’m sorry.” Damn it. Me and my chicken shit nerves. I was going to lose the opportunity to see him again. I swallowed my nerves. “Yes, I’ll come. Forget I even said anything.”
“Don’t be sorry for being yourself. I like the fact that you give it to me as much as you take. It’s refreshing. I’m used to everyone just agreeing with me all time.”
I had no idea what he meant by that, but I felt I had to explain myself. “I have three older brothers, so I’ve had to learn to fight for what I want.”
“Three brothers? I’d better watch myself then.”
I laughed. “Yes you had, and they are super protective of me. Especially Tony. He’s in the Santa Cruz Police Department.”
“A cop, hey? I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior. Now, give me your cell.” He held his hand out and wiggled his fingers at me. “I want to call my number so yours will register on my cell.”
“Why don’t I just give you my number?”
“Not a chance.” He smiled and tapped the end of my nose. “I’m not falling for that trick. Give me a fake number so I can’t contact you. Cell phone, please.”
He waited patiently for my phone with his palm up as I reached into my clutch bag and pulled out my cell.
“I don’t play games,” I told him, and handed him my cell phone. “What you see is what you get.”
“And that is what I like about you.” He started tapping out his number on the keypad.
My grin at that comment must have resembled the cat that caught the mouse. I couldn’t believe he just said he liked me when we had only met a couple of hours ago. Of course, I wish I had the courage to ask him in what context he liked me, but at the core of it, I was a chicken shit. Skydiving or not.
His cell rang once in his pocket then stopped.
“Now I have your number and I’ve stored mine in yours.” He passed back my cell phone. “I’ll text you the address for the airfield and the time you need to be there by. I’m sorry I can’t pick you up. I start at five a.m. to prepare the chutes and I have jumps scheduled all morning before ours.”
“No, that’s fine,” I told him honestly. “I didn’t expect you to give me a ride anyway. We hardly know each other, but you’re inviting me to go skydiving with you. Who does that?”
“You and me apparently.” He gave me a flirty smile before turning serious. “Call me crazy, but I feel like we have met before. We haven’t, have we? In LA?”
He looked intensely at me, almost like he was hoping a small feature of mine might trigger his memory. I held my breath, hoping that he
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