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Chapter Two

Chris looked out at the huge surf as he sat on the beach, his board by his side. He looked at his watch for the hundredth time since he'd arrived at the beach 15 minutes ago. 7:45am. 'Well, she wouldn't be Kari without being at least 10 minutes late. I wonder what her excuse will be this morning. Her hairdryer blew up? She'd been abducted by aliens? She'd had a hot date last night and the dude was still at her house? Yeah right'. Kari was a walking, talking dating disaster. Chris had lost count on the trail of broken hearts she'd left behind in all the years he'd known her. He was too short, too tall,too serious, too into himself....the reasons went on. 'What Kari needs is a guy who could handle her warped sense of humour and could make her laugh...someone who appreciated her quick wit and equally quick temper. Someone to take care of her without letting her know it..someone to treat her as well as she deserved...someone like him....but...' his thoughts trailed off as he noticed someone standing over him.

"Hey, the surf's pumping, what are you sitting here for? Let's go!", Kari chirped non-chalantly.

"As a matter of fact I've been waiting for..."

"I'll race you...", she challenged, grabbing her board and running down to the water's edge. Chris raised his eyebrows in disbelief, picked up his board and ran to join her.

"That was the best surf I've had in months. You sure took a beating on that cut-back-up you tried though huh? Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, I guess you gotta expect to come off second best when you're up against a 5 and a half foot wave", Chris said, rubbing his back.

"Well, when you try and be the man..." Kari teased.

"What are you talking about? I am the man", Chris joked back.

"I'm gonna go now", Kari laughed.

"You're gonna come by later right?"

"If you're lucky", she smirked. "Later Kirkpatrick".

Chris finished tying the board onto the roofrack of his jeep and started the engine. He reached down to turn down the stereo as he reversed out of his park. BANG! Chris turned to see behind him the white car he'd just hit. He jumped out of the jeep and began yelling abuse at the driver.

"Hey, why dontcha watch where you're goin' ya..." he broke off as he saw a tall blonde woman inspecting the damage to her bumper.

"Great, just what I needed today", she remarked angrily.

"Hey, are you hurt? Jeez, I'm such an idiot...I wasn't looking where I was going and..." Chris began.

"I'm fine", she replied, a slight smile spreading across her face as she watched this dark-haired stranger apologise profusely.

"I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry..." he repeated.

"Yeah, you said that already", she said, smiling at the genuinely embarassed look on Chris' face.

"Ok, well let me show you how sorry I am."

She gave him a puzzled look.

"How does a night out at the opening of a brand new club sound to prove my most humble apology?", Chris asked with a grin.

"I don't even know your name" she replied.

"Chris Kirkpatrick - certified idiot", Chris said, offering his hand.

"Tia. And I suppose your offer was only mildly strange", she said, shaking his hand as he looked into her eyes.

"Tia, where can I pick you up at 8?" he replied boldly. She grabbed a pen and paper out of her glovebox and began writing her address.

"You can pick me up from here.....at 8:15", she said challengingly.

"I'll do that", he grinned, taking the piece of paper from her.

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