I swallowed. In another life, in another time, I would have kissed her then, but even though I wanted to, I didn’t. Instead, all I could do was stare at her. She met my gaze without a hint of self-consciousness.
“When you asked me why I was here, I made a joke because I thought the answer was obvious. Spending time with you just feels . . . right, somehow. Easy, like the way it’s supposed to be. Like it is with my parents. They’re just comfortable together, and I remember growing up thinking that one day I wanted to have that, too.” She paused. “I’d like you to meet them one day.”
My throat had gone dry. “I’d like that, too.”
She slipped her hand easily into mine, her fingers intertwining with my own.
We sat in peaceful silence. At the water’s edge, terns were bobbing their beaks into the sand in search of food; a cluster of seagulls broke as a wave rolled in. The sky had grown darker and the clouds more ominous. Up the beach, I could see scattered couples walking under a spreading indigo sky.
As we sat together, the air filled with the crashing of the surf. I marveled at how new everything felt. New and yet comfortable, as if we’d known each other forever. Yet we weren’t even a real couple. Nor, a voice in my head reminded me, is it likely you ever will be. In a little more than a week, I’d be heading back to Germany and this would all be over. I’d spent enough time with my buddies to know that it takes more than a few special days to survive a relationship that spanned the Atlantic Ocean. I’d heard guys in my unit swear they were in love after coming off leave—and maybe they were—but it never lasted.
Spending time with Savannah made me wonder whether it was possible to defy the norm. I wanted more of her, and no matter what happened between us, I already knew I’d never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, and I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds.
“Out there!” I heard her cry. She pointed toward the ocean. “In the breakers.”
I scanned an ocean the color of iron but didn’t see anything. Beside me, Savannah suddenly stood up and started running toward the water.
“Come on!” she shouted over her shoulder. “Hurry!”
I rose and started after her, puzzled. Breaking into a run, I closed the gap between us. She stopped at the water’s edge, and I could hear her breaths coming fast.
“What’s going on?” I said.
“Right there!”
When I squinted, I saw what she’d been referring to. Three of them were riding the waves, one after the next, then disappearing from view in the shallows, only to reappear again a little ways down the beach.
“Young porpoises,” I said. “They pass by the island almost every evening.”
“I know,” she said, “but it looks like they’re surfing.”
“Yeah, I suppose it does. They’re just having fun. Now that everyone’s out of the water, they feel like it’s safe to play.”
“I want to go in with them. I’ve always wanted to swim with the dolphins.”
“They’ll stop playing, or they’ll just move down the beach to where you can’t reach them. They’re funny that way. I’ve seen them while surfing. If they’re curious, they’ll come within a few feet and give you the once-over, but if you try to follow them, they’ll leave you in the dust.”
We continued to watch the porpoises as they moved away from us, eventually vanishing from view under a sky that had grown opaque.
“We should probably get going,” I said.
We made our way back to the car, stopping to pick up the remains from our dinner.
“I’m not sure the band will be playing yet, but it shouldn’t be long.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’m sure we can find something to do. Besides, I should warn you, I’m not much of a dancer.”
“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We could go someplace else if you’d like.”
“Like where?’
“Do you like ships?”
“What kind of ships?”
“Big ones,” I said. “I know this place where we can see the USS North Carolina.”
She made a funny face, and I knew the answer was no. Not for the first time did I wish I had my own place. Then again, I was under no illusions that she’d follow me home if I did. If I were her, I wouldn’t go either. I’m only human.
“Wait,” she said, “I know where we can go. I want to show you something.”