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writtenby_cadenLeave it to Caden to move into a new house in a new town and then immediately leave it for a month.
The publicity tour for his new book ran longer than he expected, thanks to his silver-tongued publicist. She can talk Caden into things in a way that will leave him swearing that it was his idea all along. That's what he pays her for, he supposes.
But he's home, finally, with bags under his eyes and a sore wrist from signing an obscene number of books. He's exhausted in a good way, pleased and humbled in a way that he only gets after interacting with fans.
Coming back to Siren Cove feels new all over again. He didn't really have a chance to truly settle and make friends before he had to leave again. He's here to stay this time, at least for awhile. Publicity is done, and after he does the signing at Joel's bookstore, his time is his own.
But right now, he isn't going to think about work. No, he isn't going to think about anything that isn't getting his board into that briny surf. His house is airing out and he's in his wetsuit, two cups of coffee warming his belly, and a freshly waxed board his arm. The sun is high in the sky and warm, despite the changing season, and Caden grins as he hops off of his back deck to land barefoot in the sand.
The grin fades when he sees the calm waters, waves lapping gently at the shore. All he'd wanted was to surf, and there's no way that he can do anything in this. He stares the water down petulantly, trying to will some decent waves into being.
"Come on," he mutters under his breath, looking at the water longingly. "Give me something."
He paddles out anyway, laying on his back on the board with his eyes closed and letting the calm water lull him into relaxation as he skims his fingers along the surface. "Just a few good waves, man. That's all I'm asking."
All of a sudden he's upended, flipped off of his board by a sudden wave that he was completely unprepared for, and he's laughing when he breaks the surface of the water. It's rushing in quickly now, providing some perfect barrels for him to ride. Caden has no idea where they came from, but he sure as hell isn't complaining.
It's just what he needed.
He surfs until his lungs ache and his cheeks hurt from grinning, and then lets the tide carry him back to shore. He's exhausted in the best way when he flops down onto the sand with one hand resting on the gleaming surface of his board. The water seems to calm as soon as he's out of it, crashing waves settling into the water lapping gently at the sand just a few inches from Caden's bare feet.
Yeah, it's good to be home.
The publicity tour for his new book ran longer than he expected, thanks to his silver-tongued publicist. She can talk Caden into things in a way that will leave him swearing that it was his idea all along. That's what he pays her for, he supposes.
But he's home, finally, with bags under his eyes and a sore wrist from signing an obscene number of books. He's exhausted in a good way, pleased and humbled in a way that he only gets after interacting with fans.
Coming back to Siren Cove feels new all over again. He didn't really have a chance to truly settle and make friends before he had to leave again. He's here to stay this time, at least for awhile. Publicity is done, and after he does the signing at Joel's bookstore, his time is his own.
But right now, he isn't going to think about work. No, he isn't going to think about anything that isn't getting his board into that briny surf. His house is airing out and he's in his wetsuit, two cups of coffee warming his belly, and a freshly waxed board his arm. The sun is high in the sky and warm, despite the changing season, and Caden grins as he hops off of his back deck to land barefoot in the sand.
The grin fades when he sees the calm waters, waves lapping gently at the shore. All he'd wanted was to surf, and there's no way that he can do anything in this. He stares the water down petulantly, trying to will some decent waves into being.
"Come on," he mutters under his breath, looking at the water longingly. "Give me something."
He paddles out anyway, laying on his back on the board with his eyes closed and letting the calm water lull him into relaxation as he skims his fingers along the surface. "Just a few good waves, man. That's all I'm asking."
All of a sudden he's upended, flipped off of his board by a sudden wave that he was completely unprepared for, and he's laughing when he breaks the surface of the water. It's rushing in quickly now, providing some perfect barrels for him to ride. Caden has no idea where they came from, but he sure as hell isn't complaining.
It's just what he needed.
He surfs until his lungs ache and his cheeks hurt from grinning, and then lets the tide carry him back to shore. He's exhausted in the best way when he flops down onto the sand with one hand resting on the gleaming surface of his board. The water seems to calm as soon as he's out of it, crashing waves settling into the water lapping gently at the sand just a few inches from Caden's bare feet.
Yeah, it's good to be home.
