Chapter 14

“I wasn’t thinking when I bought these,” said Paul. “Those gulls aren’t going to leave us alone.”

Calvin laughed. “Ah, they’ll be alright if we don’t feed them.”

He was right. They managed to have a lovely dinner, watching the sun slip closer to the distant, watery horizon. By the time they were wrapping up the greasy fish-and-chip paper and pouring their second glass of wine, the beach was empty of all but a dozen or so people.

“Couldn’t you imagine living on a deserted island?” asked Calvin.

Paul nodded. “I definitely could. I’d be naked all day.”

Calvin kissed him on the cheek. “Then I’d be walking around with a hard-on all day.”

“Wouldn’t it be great, though? All we’d have to do is catch our food.”

“Be healthy, too. Fresh fish, not fish and chips.” Calvin laughed. “Fruit, maybe vegetables.”

“The only problem would be how would we get a pizza delivered?”

Calvin wrapped an arm around Paul and nuzzled his ear. “I could always deliver something else.”