Page 34 of Finding Kenna
“Well, he has, and she might not admit it, but I think it’s been a relief for her. Anyway, she’s okay.”
Marshall nodded. “Well, if you do happen to see that asshole, don’t hesitate to call the cops and they’ll come throw his ass in jail.”
“I will.”
“Let me know when you get home?” Marshall asked.
Kenna smiled and nodded.
Marshall reached out and ran his hand along the side of her head, smoothing her hair back. “For the record, I’d like to kiss you again, but since I’m in uniform and we’re in a public place, it’s probably not a good idea.”
“Public displays of affection aren’t allowed when you’re in uniform?” Kenna asked with a frown.
“No, it’s not that. But your lips are addicting and I probably wouldn’t be able to stop.”
Kenna smiled. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Can I pick you up on Sunday? Or do you want me to meet you somewhere?”
“If it’s not too much trouble, you can pick me up,” she told him, feeling somewhat shy. It was a big step forward in their relationship to give him her address, whether he knew it or not. But she should’ve known he’d realize it.
“I swear you won’t regret letting me in,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her cheek gently.
“Is eleven o’clock all right?” she asked, not sure what else to say.
“Perfect. You want me to bring lunch?”
Kenna hadn’t even thought about food, but it was a good idea, so they could hang out on the beach all day—if they weren’t kicked off. “That’d be great.”
“Anything you don’t like?” Marshall asked.
“Not really. I mean, the beach isn’t really the place for something like seafood, but generally I’ll eat whatever.”
“Okay, I’ll come up with something easy to eat that won’t spoil in the heat. Kenna?”
“Yeah?”
Marshall shook his head as if he thought better about asking whatever was on his mind.
“What, Marshall?” Kenna asked.
“I was just going to tell you how excited I am about this weekend.”
She smiled at him. “Me too,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel as if I’ve known you forever.”
“Same,” he agreed. “Drive safe and don’t forget to text me when you get home so I know you got there okay.”
Kenna nodded, then stepped toward him. She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly and briefly. “I had a good time today. Thanks.”
“I’m just happy we’ll have more time this weekend,” he said.
“Me too.”
Marshall stepped away from her slowly, as if reluctant to leave. Kenna definitely knew the feeling. She stood by her car until he was inside his Jeep once more. Only then did she get into her own vehicle. She followed him out of the parking lot and waved when he turned left and she turned right.
After arriving home and shooting Marshall a text to let him know she got there without any issues, she stood in the middle of her apartment with a silly grin on her face. There was something…soothing…about being with Marshall. She didn’t worry about where they were or what they were doing, somehow she just had a feeling he’d take care of all the details. Make sure they were safe.
Had she ever felt this way when she was with a guy before?
