Sunset Cove. Rookie School

Chapter 9 The Party Last Till Wee Hours Of The Night

Shawn was like a magnet pulling Bridget with his attraction. She hadn’t felt this way about another man if you’re not counting her father. He is a wonderful man who loves her mother very much. He has always worked from dawn until dusk to make sure his two favorites had everything they needed and almost all of what they wanted! She was thinking they weren’t “spoiled” per say. They just had one hell of a family life.

A beautiful home great swimming pool and a game room. Where all her and all her friends would hang out on a Friday night. Every year they took an elaborate vacation to someplace they had never been before. They would bring back things for a specific wall in their home. Anyway more thinking about that later. Where this was meant to be going is I’m not sure any guy will ever measure up and give the kind of love you get when you’re your daddy’s one and only little girl. I believe that most women feel this way daddy’s little princess and mommy’s little boy. God hadn’t even thought of the mama’s boy syndrome. That boy’s usually take with them. Only some, only the ones who don’t want to be their own man. If you ask me it is usually the ones who have no backbone.

However, when I look into Shawn’s eyes and the way he makes me feel when I am just around him. Has me baffled that just hanging out with him gives me chills. I'm actually thinking he may be the one I’m supposed to spend my life with. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had my share of relationships. Even the ones that lasted years didn’t give me the thrill I am feeling for this guy that I just met.

I could always feel these things coming on. Here comes the anxiety and now the panic mode just switched into play. She was talking to myself at this point. Close eyes breathe in slowly and breathe out slowly. When she opened her eyes there he was, Shawn, standing right in front of her. She grabbed her in haler out of her purse. You could actually see the muscles through his tux shirt. He was model perfect in her mind.

“Are you Okay? You looked like you were going to faint."

“No,” Bridget replied quickly. Putting a finger up asking him to give her a minute to catch her breath. She had just taken two puffs on her inhaler. Her brain needed a minute to catch up, but that was all she needed and Bridget was back to her normal energetic self. Most people who don’t see this on a regular basis do not know to help or even what to say. Bridget has just lived here so long that she knows exactly when it is starting to flare up. Usually after a flare up she has to use her inhaler mostly due to the climate up here.

“Well how about I grab us a couple of drinks. You set right there and I’ll be back. What would you like? It’s okay if I join you?” Shawn asked.

“Sure,” she said, “I’ll take a cosmopolitan.”

“Be right back,” and with that he was gone.

She was doing her best to keep her cool. Sure was all she could think of to say to the man that might be the love of her life.

It was Shawn’s turn to visit with Maggie May this evening. She wasn’t joking when she said nothing gets by her not even the drama. As she is looking over at Bridgett like she’s seen her do a hundred times with her head down in her hands when she feels as if she has done something stupid. She also saw the attack that hit her right before. Bridgett had those things down to an art she had been dealing with them ever since Maggie May knew her. Since when she was a young child.

Shawn ordered their drinks and of course Maggie May had to check out her feelers on him. The lady would like a Cosmo and I’ll take a Jack Daniels on the rocks. Good manners so far so good she thought. “How is she doing?” Maggie May asked. “Are you sure she said Cosmo she usually has a tequila sunrise?”

He lost all train of thought I must have heard her wrong. I could have sworn she said cosmopolitan. I guess give me the Tequila Sunrise.

“I think she’s okay. Does this kind of thing happen to her a lot?” Shawn asked concerned.

“It does every now and again but she knows exactly what to do to handle it. She’s been dealing with these attacks ever since she was a kid. She has them down to a Science. See look at her now she’s just chit chatting with everyone walking by her. I am Maggie May by the way. I didn’t get your name Shawn Lopez. He replied. “I better get back over there it looks like she has her head in her hands."

“That it does son. That it does. Tell her old Maggie May hopes she starts feeling better soon. “

“I will. Thanks ma’am for the drinks and he reached in his pocket and slipped her five dollars in her tip jar when her back was turned. Only she knew who it was from as she watched him walking away. Seems like a good gentleman. I also think Bridgett is seeing something in him too. If she would quit torturing herself over what she should have said or didn’t say or said something that sounded completely out of context. Bartender’s paradise the only reason she would have her head in her hands is if she were wishing she had done something differently. With Bridget it is always drama. The littlest thing to her is always the biggest. She whipped down the bar and watched him as he headed her direction.

About the time she was over just saying “Sure” she looked up and he was standing in front of her again. Waiting patiently.

“Are you finished beating yourself up?” he asked smiling.

She blushed bright red. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear the black eyes. Don’t beat yourself up I’m easy going. Hey I’m the one who got up to the bar and forgot what you wanted and I had to humiliate myself and ask her what you were drinking. So I should be setting there with my hand on my head," Shawn said. They just looked at each other and the laughter started rolling out. It took her a minute or two to regain her composure.

“Tequila Sunrise,” she smiled sweetly.

“One tequila sunrise,” he said as he handed it to her.

“Sit and drink up maybe we can have a dance afterward."

The music pulsated now filling the room with vibrations. She got chills as Taylor Swift’s “Our Song” blared through the speakers.

Bridget thought well that couldn’t be our song. We don’t have no one to hide from. Listen to me already thing about them having a song. What has gotten into me? She’s dated before. What was so different about this guy? She didn’t know but she sure was willing to find out.

As he was looking out into the crowd she studied him Blonde locks of wavy hair. The tan made his blue eyes pop. He was medium build 5’8 or 5’9. She was sure unless she’d shrank her height was 5’6. She could still wear heels and not be taller than him. As her mind continued to roar into dreamland as she sat nervously sipping her drink through the straw.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he said pulling her back from the depths.

“Boy that was out of the blue. I’m not sure too many people even know what that means anymore. I would blow your mind if I told you. I already blew mind." She said sheepishly.

“Well, here shortly when another good tune comes on we’ll cut a rug!”

“Who raised you? Your grandparents or your parents?” Automatically open mouth insert foot. Too late to worry about this now. He just had her in Awe awaiting the next words that were going to come rolling off his tongue.

“Yeah my parents are from the older generation, but I’ve watched some good musicals in my time. Let’s see: Grease, Grease 2, Shag, and West side story. Believe you me each in their own era they could all cut a rug."

“Oh I know. Those are some of my favorites too. Maybe we can watch them together sometime," Bridget Replied.

All of a sudden Metallica Ride The Lightening My boomed. That’s our cue. They both jumped up together they clasped hands and found their way to the dance floor where they boogied all night long. It seemed like a good option. Along with a few more drinks and see where the night goes. She was comfortable with him, but the feeling ran a lot deeper than that. She wants to definitely explore uncharted territory.