Sails

He was just sexy.  There was no other way to describe him.  It wasn't that he was good looking.  But he was.  Slender, reddish brown hair with waves down the sides, curling up in the back.  He simply didn't have time for haircuts. Garret O'Neil was a busy man. 

This is where he preferred to spend his days.  Prepping the boat or on the seas.  Although that is not how we met.  We met at the library.  I'd been researching sailing terminology.  Leeward, windward.  Why couldn't they just say east or west?                                                                                                                     

"Are you stuck?" the kind voice inquired.

"Well, a little overwhelmed maybe," I said.

"Sailed before?"

"Just a little.  A small family boat.  Twenty-five footer.  We sailed around the Chesapeake Bay."

His smile was soft.  Effortless.  His brown eyes and tan said he loved being outside.  An angular bone structure, I couldn't place his origin.

He kept looking at my left hand.  Confident.

"Here, there's a whole section on boating."

He motioned me to follow him to the stacks.  

"I just moved here.  From Wyoming," I said.

"Ahh, a country gal?"

"Spent a lot of time in Europe growing up.  My parents settled in Bozeman.  After they passed last year, I wanted to live in New England. My kids are grown living in various places in the east so here I am!"

"I'm Jill by the way."

"Garret, here. Welcome to New England."