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  Chapter One

  A Friday afternoon in mid July found Zoey reclined in a soft chair on a weathered deck next to her cottage. She was taking pleasure in the breath taking view of the lake to the east and the marshland to the east.

  It was too humid to do anything more than just relax. At least she was pleased that she wasn't in the smoggy city for this hot weekend.

  Zoey was enjoying the harmony and stillness of being at her cottage again. She found it refreshing to be away from her frantic job, responsibilities, and urban life in general. She hadn't touched her blackberry in days. She'd been here alone for three days and her mind was finally beginning to calm.

  She was grateful for the shade provided by the awning over her deck. Grateful, too, for the gentle wind blowing off the lake, which was only faintly cooler than the hot damp air, but at least the wind over her skin helped to some extent.

  She took a long fulfilling sip from her glass of orange juice. The ice had already melted and the glass was covered in condensation. She tried to divert her thoughts away from the heat but was unsuccessful. She wiped the beads of water off the glass and spread it gently over her neck and face, taking delight in the temporary relief as the cool breeze blew across her damp skin.

  She was taking pleasure in the privacy and watching the natural world that was around her. At first sight, there didn't seem to be much to see, but a little patience always exposed a bounty of life teeming in the marshland.

  Insects buzzed around in the wildflowers and tall grass. She watched hummingbirds visit the thriving planters full of flowers around the edge of the cottage. Even though there was a collection of flowers, they favoured the yellow and white begonias. It was so serene she could hear them hum as they flew from flower to flower.

  The sun, calm breeze and the sounds of the trees blowing slowly lulled her to sleep.

  Zoey had a confused dream. She'd been having a lot of them lately. It was full of incoherent imagery of bodies writhing and nakedness. She usually awoke from these dreams feeling stimulated and would sometimes masturbate to alleviate the tension before she got up and begun her day.

  "Pardon me, Zoey?" Within her dream, she heard a sexy deep male voice from somewhere far away.

  She then heard it again, closer, more plainly. "Zoey?"

  She awoke with a start, and recognized the deep male voice belonged to a man, standing at the entrance to the deck. She was shocked and a little flushed, with the confusion of being woken from sleep, from a dream, to realize someone was right there, speaking to her.

  Chapter Two

  Zoey's eyes focused and quickly examined the toned body to the source of the voice. He was wearing loose grey cargo shorts dirty running shoes with short black socks. He had on an old. white faded t-shirt. His bronzed toned calves were lightly dotted with light brown hair. It was sweaty and dirty, as if he had been working. Through his thin shirt, she could see faint impressions of a tight abdomen and broad shoulders. His arms were a darker tan than his calves and also speckled with that light brown hair. She was really liking what she was seeing, a sexy guy standing in front of her as she has just woken up from another hot dream.

  Her stare continued to ascend up to his face. Ruggedly handsome. Younger than her for certain. His short golden brown hair was sweaty and messy, but looked like it had been intentional. His face was tanned like his arms. He had an oval figured face with full lips, a strong jaw and sharp dark blue eyes.

  She glazed into his eyes, confused. Her brows creased as she looked at him. She had seen those eyes before, but where? She was certain she would remember this person if she'd seen him before. Then she realized he had called her by name. How did he know her name?

  After a few seconds of staring at him, she spoke tiredly, "Sorry. I must have been sleeping." She glanced promptly at her watch. She'd probably been asleep for a little over an hour and a half. It was nearly 6:00 p.m.. She looked back at him. He smiled kindly at her, with affection. She tried to shake her grogginess and figure how she knew this stunning man standing in front of her.

  "Oh, I'm sorry, Zoey, I didn't mean to surprise you," he started apologetically, "It's just that I'm remodelling the bathroom." He gestured toward the small cottage next door. "The water is turned off and my father said you'd be here this week and I might be able to use the washroom over here."

  Then she realized. "Ryan?" she cried out with a combination of surprise and joy. He smiled gently as realization crept into her face and a smile extended across her lips and skipped into her eyes, alighting the qualities of her face. Her look moved quickly over his body again, darting back to his eyes. He noticed the shift in her stare and a familiar look came across his eyes for just a second. Looking the way he did, he was probably familiar with being checked out. "Wow, Ryan, look at you! You're... you're a man!"

  He laughed warmly and replied, "Well, yeah, people do grow up in a decade."

  Ryan was the son of Shannon and Michael who owned the next door cottage, the only other cottage that shared the little point between the lake and the marsh where Zoey's cottage was located.

  "Has it really been that long since I've seen you?" Ryan nodded. "Holy. You look amazing," she said a little too aggressively.

  "So do you," he replied. He allowed his stare to journey away from her eyes for the first time since he'd woke her up and made eye contact. It occurred to her for a moment that she didn't know how long he'd been standing there before she woken up. His gaze darted quickly down her body and returned back up again. She saw a look cross his face, only to be quickly replaced by a warm smile. She had seen that look in men's eyes before. He was better at being restrained about it than most other men.

  She recognized suddenly that he was getting a pretty fine view of her, lying on the chair in her light red tank top with no bra and matching short skirt. It was too humid to wear much more, and besides, she was certain she would be by herself the entire week up here.

  She looked down at her body to be certain everything significant was still covered. She was showing an abundant amount of her large round breasts, but at least she didn't shift in her sleep causing anything to slip out embarrassingly. However, her somewhat hard nipples were clearly noticeable. Obviously those could not be due to being cold. She shoved away images from her dream that were dancing around the edges of her mind.

  "How old are you now, Ryan?" she asked.

  "Twenty-two," he replied, looking slightly confident of himself

  Images of an awkward, lanky 12-year-old Ryan sprang to her mind. She recalled him following her around at the cottage like a lost puppy that spring. He had sprouted several inches since the previous spring and was tall, skinny and uncoordinated. His voice had been cracking occasionally as well. That was the last time she had seen him. She had been 20 years old then, on spring break from her third year of university. She had moved to Toronto for her undergraduate studies and had stopped coming to the cottage as often after that.

  Hearing her say his name the way she did, he responded with that stunning, oh so masculine, sexy smile of his. That certainly helped her to separate this person in front of her from imagery of an awkward 12 year old boy. The gaze in his eyes was definitely not that of a boy.

  "So.... ten or so years. Then that must make you..." he said trying to guess her current age.

  "Yeah, I just turned 30," she responded ruefully

  "Well you look great, Zoey. If I didn't know better, I'd never assume you were 30. I'm certain you still get carded, don't you?"

  Zoey smiled at the kind words, and burst out laughing, realizing it was true. She had been asked to show her identification at the liquor store just a few weeks back.

  "So, you needed to use th
e washroom, right?" He nodded, and she continued, "Go on in. You remember where it is. The place hasn't changed too much."

  "Thanks," he said, as he turned to the cabin.

  Before he began walking away, she added "Why don't you grab us a couple of drinks from the fridge, whatever you want. I'm sure you must be overheated. You picked some hot weather for renovating."

  "Sounds good," he said, smiling. She watched his broad shoulders, butt, and leg muscles move as he walked the couple of steps to the cottage door and went inside.

  Chapter Three

  After the door closed, Zoey laid back in the chair. Memories came flying in of springs and summers at the cottage when they had been children. Since she was 8 years older than Ryan, there had been too much of an difference in age for them to be close friends. He constantly wanted to follow Zoey and her sister, and since he was a sweet and thoughtful kid they didn't mind. When she had been around 13, they played with him a lot and included him in enjoyable activities such as going fishing, swimming in the lake, catching frogs, or playing tag. But as Zoey got into her later years, she started to think she was too cool to hang around with a little boy, too old to do little kids stuff. She dipped her head, embarrassed about not being more kind to him then.

  Seeing him now, it almost didn't seem like he was the same person--except for those eyes. His dark blue eyes had always been striking. They conveyed so much personality, even wisdom. More than you would anticipate from a typical 22-year-old man.

  Ryan had never been a typical boy however. One of the features of having no siblings was that he'd spent a lot of time talking with adults. He had always been highly intellectual and curious. His parents always saw him eye to eye. Even as a boy, he had regularly displayed wisdom beyond his years that amazed the adults. By the time he was 13, he was holding his own in adult debates and conversations.

  Ryan came back out of the cottage door five minutes later, carrying two cold beer with little lime slices in the necks of the bottles. Condensation was already beading on them. He handed her one, grinning while he took the seat closest to her. She smiled at the beer and said, "Thank you."

  "No, thank you," Ryan responded. "They're your drinks after all." She giggled in response.

  "I saw the limes in the fridge and assumed they were for the drinks," he said as she nodded, "or I suppose they could go with the tequila as well." He added wiggling his eyebrows sarcastically up and down.

  Zoey chuckled and concurred. "Yes, that too."

  Raising his beer, he said "Cheers." She responded in kind and they both took a long gulp from their bottles.

  "Ahhhhh... That's great," he said, "It's hot as heck in there." He gestured to his neighbouring family cottage again.

  "What are you doing in there?" she asked.

  "Dad and I already set up some new tile flooring in the washroom last week. Today and tomorrow, I'm adding a new sink, shower, and toilet. That's why I turned the water off. After that, a fresh coat of paint. Mom will be glad when she gets here later this week. She's loathed that old bathroom since they purchased the place, before I was born. She always said it was near impossible to make it look decent no matter how much she scrubbed." He rolled his eyes but grinned warmly nonetheless.

  "Wow. That seems like a lot of work. Do you need some help? I'm hopeless with plumbing, but I could certainly help with the paint."

  "I couldn't impose. You're here to relax, aren't you?"

  "No imposition. It would be enjoyable," she assured him. "Besides I can't just lay around the whole week."

  "Well I would love the company," he said smiling. The way he mentioned it, she detected that he didn't mean company in general, but her company to be exact.

  "Hey, why don't you join me for dinner tonight?" Zoey suggested, "I've got succulent steaks and a nice merlot."

  "That sounds great," Ryan replied with a bright grin, "but let me bring the wine. I've got something that would go great with that steak." He said, smiling to himself, an unusual joyful lightness entering his eyes.

  "Great," Zoey smiled.

  Chapter Four

  There was a moment of quietness during which they just stared at one another. They both seemed as though they wanted to say something, but they both took another long sip from their drinks instead.

  "So have you moved back permanently?" Ryan asked.

  "Yeah, I think so. I've been back about a year now. I love it here. I really missed it, and my family. I've only been up here to the cottage at one point, last summer. I missed it too. It was just hard to fly back too often when I was a poor student in Toronto." Zoey paused and he nodded.

  "This deck is a nice addition, don't you think?" Zoey added.

  Ryan grinned knowingly. "Dad and I helped you guys put it in."

  "Really? Well it's marvellous. I love it."

  His grin beamed. "I'm happy you like it," he said genuinely.

  "I just adore sitting here," she said. He smiled again, clearly happy that he'd contributed to something that delighted her.

  "Yeah, it's a great place to watch the marsh," he agreed.

  An awkward moment of silence passed between them. Ryan looked like he was attempting to decide whether to say something.

  "So...um....do you have a special someone?" he asked, faking a lack of concern with his voice that was contradicted by the gaze in his eyes.

  "No," she responded. "How about you? Girlfriend I mean. Or boyfriend. I suppose you can't assume nowadays," she added smirking. He grinned too.

  "Nope. No girlfriend." He paused, then mentioned, "I'm single."

  Both of them fell silent and something connected between their eyes. She looked at him curiously, assessing him, considering possibilities. A brief shadow of lust flew over his eyes as he gazed at her. But it was quickly returned. Ryan finished his drink, and Zoey took another sip from hers.

  Ryan suddenly stared down at himself, looking at his clothes.

  He sighed, "I'm pretty smelly and grimy from working all day in this heat. I'm going to go cool off." With that he hoped up and marched quickly down the dock toward the lake.

  Chapter Five

  Zoey watched as Ryan walked toward his dock, peeling off his damp shirt, exposing his slightly brownish tanned, well-built shoulders and back. He dumped the shirt on the dock, paused and kicked off his untied shoes, and took off his socks.

  She got up and sauntered to the edge of the deck for an improved view. She felt like a peeping tom, but felt that he knew she was observing him.

  From the rear, she witnessed his elbows bend as his hands went to the zipper of his shorts. The shorts fell to the ground revealing white boxers. His thighs were as toned as his calves. Her eyes wandered approvingly all over the back of him.

  Ryan took a couple long quick steps and did a running dive off the end of the dock, piercing into the water cleanly, making hardly any splash. He exhibited the confidence of someone who had spent his days on this lake.

  Zoey observed for some time and began to become somewhat worried because he didn't surface immediately. Finally, after a while, she saw him surface in the center of the bay. She instantly felt relief, which was replaced by a sense of awe at how long he could hold his breath and how far he could swim.

  She watched as he swam around out in the center of the bay for a several minutes, diving beneath a few times and always popping up again some distance away.

  He returned to his family's dock, doing the front crawl, with burly sure strokes. She saw his chest, arm and shoulder muscles flex as he pulled himself up out of the water onto their dock without no trouble.

  Zoey's eyes grew as he straightened up. His boxers were gripping him in the most spectacular way. Even from here she could observe the thin white material had become translucent, revealing the hint of dark pubic hair, and the material clung to every curve of the bulge under it.

  At that moment, Ryan glanced up toward her cottage, and caught her watching him. He grinned and waved. She blushed, but assumed he was too far away to not
ice. She made a small wave back. He walked up the deck, grabbed his clothes and went into his cottage, grinning.

  Walking into her own cottage with the two empty bottles and the orange juice glass, the thought that had been racing in the back of her mind since he woke her, came to full awareness. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. It actually made her pause mid stride. She was attracted to him. She wanted him. Little Ryan. She wanted to fuck little Ryan. She shook her head, trying to clear herself of the ludicrous idea. But it wasn't so ludicrous. He wasn't little Ryan anymore. No, he definitely wasn't. He was full-grown, strong, and sexy Ryan now. Judging from the way he had looked at her and grinned at her, she assumed the feeling was mutual. Well, this was an fascinating turn of events.

  Chapter Six

  Zoey quickly assessed herself. There was work to do before Ryan returned for dinner, and she didn't know how long that would be. She stripped off her clothes and jumped in the shower. Since it was so hot, she turned the water temperature to just lukewarm. She enjoyed the cooling feeling of the water hitting her skin for a moment, and then quickly went to town shaving her legs, underarms, and pubic area.