The Same Deep Water
Sometimes, believing the lies we tell ourselves is easier than dealing with the truth.
Once, I wanted to die. That was the night I met Guy.
The strange man with flowers stepped from the shadows and saved my life.
Guy. Dimpled smile. Body of a surf god. Smart and funny. Running out of time.
We became travelling companions through life, ticking off items on our bucket lists.
I’d hidden from happiness for years and kept my life under strict control. Guy showed me how to step into the world and experience more,
he brought light into the shadows and helped me through the darkness.
I became Phe again. I lived.
There’s just one problem.
We fell in love and this wasn’t part of our plans.
I thought we could face the future together, but Guy has a secret which changes everything.
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“Do you have a bucket list?” he asks.
I look back into his strange eyes, increasingly confused by his random questions. Is this a ploy?
“You should have one.”
“Why? I’m about to die. Do you have one?” I shoot back.
“I do. I haven’t got very far with mine though.” Guy pulls an A4 sheet of paper out of his pocket, one repeatedly creased through constant folding and unfolding. “I have ten things on the list.” He runs his finger down the paper. “I’ve done two, eight more to go.”
If he’s expecting me to ask what the items are, he’s wrong.
“Can you be my third? There’s something I want to do with you.”
Possibilities fly through my mind. He asked me for a drink. Sex with a random girl? Or maybe he’s a virgin and wants to cross that off. I appraise his lean body again. Unlikely.
“Something to tick off your list? I’m not that kind of girl.”
He laughs and sweeps a gaze over me, his scrutiny irritates me, but Guy’s look lingers longer on my eyes than my body. “I’m positive you’re not,” he says softly. “No, not sex.”
Colouring, I look away. The paper rustles and he clears his throat. “‘Number Nine: Save someone’s life’.”
I stare. “You want to save my life so you can tick me off a list?”
“Well, I don’t know you, so there’s no other reason.” He points at the bouquet. “But I did bring flowers.”
The forlorn bunch rest on the ground where Guy dropped them, and I kick the bouquet. The pink lilies tumble from the edge of the cliff and drop out of site. Guy steps forward and looks over.
“Long way down.”
A giddy lurching between my head and stomach, and my body’s natural survival instinct kicks in as rock slips from beneath my summer sandals in the direction of the flowers. I stagger back and grab the fence. Guy remains close to the edge and crosses his arms, looking at me.
“So? Can I?” he asks.
“Save my life?”
“Because of your list?”
“Yep.” He pushes his unruly hair from his face. “Plus, you’re far too good-looking to be smashed against a load of rocks.”
Why do I blush? I inspect my feet, focusing on my painted toenails. I bought the neon pink varnish on a shopping trip with my friend Erica last month. Recently I’ve worn the colour to pretend I’m a dazzling pink girl, not a girl in a black hole.
“Why not give blood? That would save somebody’s life,” I retort.
Guy’s mouth curls into a smile, accentuating the dimples. “Good-looking and smart, too. That is a very good suggestion. Oh, well, I’m here now. May as well save you.”
Lisa Swallow Bio:
Lisa is an author of new adult romance and writes both paranormal and contemporary, including the best selling Blue Phoenix rock romance series. In between running a business, looking after her family and writing, Lisa sometimes finds spare time to do other things. This often involves swapping her book worlds for gaming worlds. Lisa is originally from the UK but moved to Australia in 2001 and now lives in Perth in Western Australia with her husband, three children and dog.
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