Chapter 2

About four hours later, Jacinda walked down that same beach. She had bad luck getting a boyfriend, and wondered why. All her friends had boyfriends while she was left out in the cold without one. The only guy she'd ever dated was Brendan, and he'd treated her like garbage, making their breakup and the months following it a virtual living hell for this sweet girl. She brushed a strand of of dark auburn hair out of her face, and looked out over the waves with her smoky gray eyes.
She walked down the beach slowly, right in the surf. She walked a good mile more before her foot bumped against something. She looked down and gasped in horror. A guy, about twenty was laying face down on the sand.
She hauled him up, and dragged him over to the top of the grassy hill, and dropped him gently face up on the grass. She checked his nose and mouth, which were blessedly free of sand and water. She saw him shivering, though so she hauled him up again so that he leaned against her shoulder and carried him all the way to her house, where her parents were conveniently off on a trip to Europe for the next six months.
She took off his coat and pants (she didn't have time to look) and his outer shirt, and went to her parents' room and took a pair of her father's pants, socks and a nice warm baggy sweater from inside his dresser. She returned to her room where she had deposited the young man on her rocking chair. Getting her father's clothes on this giant was no easy task. His seated position made it a trial for her to put her father's pants on him, but she eventually did it, securing them at this giant's waist with a good belt. She then proceeded to slip the sweater over his head and arms, and exchanging his socks for her father's clean, dry ones.
She tucked him into her bed, and pulling the sheets tight under his chin. She would stay by him tonight. The moment he woke up, she'd be there to get him whatever he wanted or needed. She brought the cot in from the back porch and set it up along with the necessary bedding beside her bed, and fell asleep. The next morning, there was still no change. Jacinda spent all the next day at the young man's side, but then decided to find out who he was exactly. She went to where she had set his pants to dry and pulled his wallet out from the back pocket.
She opened it up, revealing a driver's license, social insurance card, and several credit cards. She lifted the driver's license from it's spot and gazed at the picture of a smiling blond guy with bright dancing sapphire eyes. Her breath caught, for this was undoubtedly THE most happy and friendly looking person she'd ever seen. She looked to see the guy's name and gasped. Nick Carter. Well, at least something exciting was happening to her for a change.

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