BELLA
As soon as I heard the roar of the boat motor below the cabin I sprinted to my room and threw on my bikini and river shoes.
I thought I'd be able to catch him on the dock, but by the time I ran to the paved boat launch in front of our place, I saw him pulling away from the shore and heading directly across the lake to the small island. The smell of gasoline fumes was still in the air and I dove headfirst after him.
My lungs constricted and my heart was clogged with guilt. Was it really fair of me to expect him to give up on his dreams just because I asked him to? Would he ever understand that in spite of his scars, he was certainly no monster? He was handsome and kind in my eyes.
But if wealth was his biggest concern was he really a man that I wanted to make mine, or to call my d
