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shore. It’s getting late in the day, the sun looks as tired as I feel, and I
just want to keep it and this peaceful lake company for a while. Too bad my
nagging company won’t shut up.
    As we sit down, she starts up again. She didn’t even make it
a minute. “I’ll knock it off, if you just give me some answers about where
you’ve been and why you look so awful.”
    “I already told you. It was for a role.” I wave towards my
body.
    “You’re not an actor,” she sasses.
    She’s not satisfied with my answer. Well… Too
bad.
    “You know as well as I do that models are silent actors. We
play the part for the camera to capture. I’ve portrayed a rock star, a business
exec, a cowboy,” I tick off. “Now I can add vampire to my accomplishments.”
    “What company did you work for?” she asks suspiciously. She
won’t lay off.
    “I’m not at liberty to disclose that information yet,” I
mumble as I look around the place, avoiding her questioning eyes. The air is so
fresh and crisp out here. I take a deep cleansing breath, trying to let go of
the anxiety this woman is causing me.
    We sit quietly for a while and watch the calm water glide by
the shore. I’m relieved and feel proudly sly when Julia sets the now-empty
bottle in the cup holder of her chair. This chick would be ready to kill me if
she knew how many calories she just drank. That bottle contained over nine
hundred calories. I guarantee that’s more than three days’ worth of her normal
caloric intake. I fend off the smile that wants to slip out.
    It’s been an hour or two with us making small talk and
watching the leisurely day conclude. “I’ll be back. You want anything?” I ask
as I stand and start walking back to the RV.
    “A jacket would be great. It’s a little nippy.”
    I head in and dig out a container of cottage cheese and a
jar of tropical fruit. I pull out a bowl and dump both in. After grabbing a
spoon and two bottles of water, I snatch my jacket and head back out. I hand
Julia a water and jacket before sitting down.
    “ Thanks, honey,” she says, eyeing
the bowl.
    I push it her way. “You want some?” I know she’s hungry. Her
stomach has been moaning the entire time we’ve been sitting out here. How does
she put up with it?
    “No. I think you need it worse.” She looks away from my
offer.
    “I’m not so sure about that.” I give up and dig in. I’m on a
mission to put weight on. No man as tall as I am should weigh in at a puny one
hundred and thirty pounds. I’m having a hard time getting it going though. I
just can’t stomach a lot of food yet.
    We sit out here for a little longer while I work my way
through the bowl. The night sky has arrived and I’m having a hard time keeping
my eyes open.
    “I’m out,” I inform Julia and gather my chair.
    “What? You just got up only a few hours ago.” She stands so
I grab up her chair, too. I walk them over and place them under the RV awning.
    “Julia, I’m beat. Really. I need to
go to bed.” I let out a huge yawn as I head back inside.
    “You are the most boring, rudest host I have ever been stuck
with!” she says with a prissy growl. I look over my shoulder and catch the
sharp glare she’s giving me.
    I don’t argue the point that I’m boring. I get it and am on
this trip to get over it. “I overdid it yesterday, Thorton .
Get off my back.” I place my dishes in the dishwasher and set it on a cycle.
    “Greyson,” she whines.
    “Good night,” I whine back. I don’t bother with any more
commentary. I go do my bathroom business and practically fall back into bed.

 

 
 
 
    Chapter
Five

 
 
 
    Julia
    He’s so boring. This trip is so boring. Ugh. I’m used to my
life staying in a constant chaotic motion. This sedentary lifestyle is making
me antsy. Greyson crashes and so I stomp out the door and begin walking loops
around the campground. Eventually the little fur ball shows up and starts
shadowing me. Little Mrs. Betty hollers for