Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
She barks at me. “And we are going to have a little chat, me and you,” I tell her as I make my way over to a spot I found last year. It’s away from everything, in a little cove area. I stop the boat as it moves side to side, walking out to the side of the boat and going to the front. I press on the anchor button and then hear the clinking of the chain as the anchor reaches the bottom. I look over the railing before glancing around us to see if we are still drifting. “We are anchored down. Now do you want to eat?” I ask her and she barks at me. “Is that so?” I laugh as I fill her bowls with food and water. “Good to know we are on the same page.”
I put down her food and water, stepping out onto the back deck and look up at the sky, seeing not a cloud in the sky. “Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day.” I walk back in and start the generator so I can get something cooking. I whip up an omelet and then walk outside to eat it on the back table. Heading back inside, I grab some juice. “What are the odds?” I ask Beatrice, who lies down next to me on her side. “That the girl who buys the boat next to me is related to Matthew Grant?” I shake my head, almost in disbelief. I eat my omelet as my head is going around and around with all the questions. Even when I get up to wash dishes, I’m still thinking about it.
“Want to go lie in the sun?” I ask Beatrice, who just lies in the shade and doesn’t even acknowledge me. I run down to my bedroom, grabbing my laptop before walking out and feeling the heat of the sun run through me. I sit on the massive sun pads, putting the laptop next to me.
I stare out into the horizon, seeing that it looks like the ocean never ends. “Peace,” I say to myself, “this is peace.” I grab my laptop and open it, waiting for it to connect. Beatrice comes over and lies next to me. “Are you here to find out who she is also?” I chuckle when I open the internet browser and type in Matthew Grant.
I press enter and the first thing that pops up are his stats with the NHL. I look over to the side where there are six pictures and his Wikipedia page. I scroll down the list where they tell you where and when he was born. His height and then salary and I whistle out, “Definitely made a fuck ton of money.” I laugh. “He’s worth a fortune. I told you he is big time.” My eyes roam down to siblings and then wife and kids. “He has four kids.” I gasp when I see Vivienne’s name third. “What the hell?” I click on her name and a picture of her pops up and she is fucking beautiful. I bring the laptop closer to my face to see it better. Her hair looks to be curled or something, the makeup around her eyes lets the green pop out. “Look at her.” I click her picture and then my whole screen fills up with pictures of her. Pictures from when her father won the Cup to pictures of her when Cooper won the Cup with Dallas. “Holy shit!” I exclaim when I see her next to the Cooper Stone. “Cooper Stone is her grandfather.” Beatrice just looks at me. “He’s a hockey god. Like, think of Old Yeller.” I put my hand up to the sky. “That’s how big he is.” I shake my head as I creep on all her pictures. “Look at her dressed up in this one.” I turn the laptop to show her as she wears a long gown. “It was at a foundation dinner for Max Horton.” I gasp, “Holy shit! She’s also related to Michael Horton and Dylan Stone.” I shake my head. “And the up-and-comer, Matthew Petrov.”
I don’t even bother looking at anyone else, my eyes are just for her. I put the laptop down and get up, going to get my cell phone. I walk back out to the sun deck. “Okay, Beatrice, let the creepy stalking begin.” I pull up Instagram. “Do you think she is on Instagram?” I ask Beatrice, and when I type in her name, I press it and see that she’s private. “Hmm, she’s private.” I put my phone down. “It doesn’t say what she does for a living.” I look at Beatrice. “What the fuck am I doing?” I close the laptop. “It’s a total invasion of privacy.” I rub my hand over my face. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”