Quentin Parks and Courtney Inman - Joseph P Hradisky Jr - ebook

Quentin Parks and Courtney Inman ebook

Joseph P Hradisky Jr

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This is a series of books on love, relationships, and the idea that you don't always have to chase after what you want in life. There are times when it finds you. There are three sets of people in life. First are the white caps. People who are always on the move. Always doing something. Next are the backwaters. People who have no intention of going anywhere or doing anything.       The third are the drifters. These are people who know what they want, where they are going, and what they need to do to get there. But it is all done in its own time. Like a piece of wood lazily floating down a stream.     May you all drift your way to success.

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Joseph P Hradisky Jr

Quentin Parks and Courtney Inman

The Drifters Saga - Book 6

I dedicate this to my wife, Terri, and to all those who never stop trying to find what they want to do in life. It is so much fun discovering what you can do that you thought you never could. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Quentin Parks and Courtney Inman

The Drifters Saga

 

 

 

Book 6

 

 

 

Joseph P Hradisky Jr

About The Book

 This is a series of books on love, relationships, and the idea that you don’t always have to chase after what you want in life. There are times when it finds you.

 

 

There are three sets of people in life. First are the white caps. People who are always on the move. Always doing something. Next are the backwaters. People who have no intention of going anywhere or doing anything. 

 

 

The third are the drifters. These are people who know what they want, where they are going, and what they need to do to get there. But it is all done in its own time. Like a piece of wood lazily floating down a stream.

 

 

May you all drift your way to success.

Dedication

 I dedicate this to my wife, Terri, and to all those who never stop trying to find what they want to do in life.

 

 

 

 

 

It is so much fun discovering what you can do that you thought you never could.

Disclaimer

 

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living, or dead, is purely coincidental.

 

 

This book, and the stories contained within, are the property of Joseph P Hradisky Jr.

1.

 

Cayuga Lake was glass smooth as the sun crested the hill behind Myers Park. For a long moment the air stopped moving, all sound was replaced by a roaring silence, and nothing moved anywhere in the area. Just for a moment. Then a bird called out and the momentary tableau vanished. The lake became choppy as a strong northerly wind raced across one of the longest lakes of the finger lakes. The air filled with movement and noise of all creatures, great, and small.

 

Out on the dock, at the swimming area, a lone figure stood staring out over the lake. Unmoving. Silent. He was a formidable statue. Premature grey hair might have made some men look ancient old but not this one. In fact he seemed to embrace the graying. Most women thought the hair went very well with his 6-6 height.

 

And the way he controlled his body so that it did not move attested to the inner strength of the man. Time passed but it definitely did not seem to pass or affect him. Then he suddenly turned. A closer look showed velvet blue eyes, unshaven face, and a pair of shades resting on the top of his head. A smile formed on his mouth as he waited for someone to join him. “Did you really think you were going to sneak up on me?”

 

The new arrival, Bill Garcia, walked up to the man and held out his hand. “One has to keep trying if they want to get better. How you doin’ Quentin?”

 

Quentin shook Bill’s hand. “Fine, and you?”

 

“Couldn’t be better since I found, and married, the woman of my dreams.” Bill walked to the end of the dock to stare out over the water. “And don’t you dare say I told you so.”

 

A short laugh floated easily out of Quentin as he joined his friend at the end of the dock. “Would I do that to you?”

 

Bill glanced at Quentin. “Yes.”

 

“Then you would be right. I did tell you if you just chilled you would find her. I never thought it would be a problem. That was all your doing.” Quentin walked down the el part of the dock to the end there. “I heard about what happened recently. Can’t believe you finally took that asshole out once and for all. Must have felt really good.”

 

Bill did not follow but only turned to look that way. “If it were anyone else I would say you have no idea. But you being you would know how great the feeling was. Finally was all I could think when it was all over. Do have to tell you those tricks, with the blow gun, were epic. Made the difference on how the police finally treated us.”

 

“Good to hear. One should never not have an ace in the hole for whatever they do in life. Right now mine is all the friends I have made since getting to know you and your friends.” While he was talking Quentin had been looking out over the swimming area at the point. On the point was a newly built lighthouse. On the other side was the entrance to the park’s boat yard. It was small but it was well used. Or at least it had been until he had bought the park, and the Finger lakes boatyard, for the drifters. It had been a long time since someone, much less a lot of people, who accepted him for himself. No questions asked. “It has been too long since the last time I was here. Way too long.”

 

Bill moved to join Quentin. “So it is not too far fetched to ask you why you are here.”

 

It wasn’t a question really. Yet not a statement either. Quentin knew Bill would not let him being here go unmentioned. Too many times, lately, the only reason he showed up at the park was for reasons other than just wanting to be there to enjoy the park. “Talk about not being able to sneak up on someone. We all do have our strengths. This has always been yours.”

 

Bill waited patiently while Quentin looked over at the lighthouse. One thing about the drifters was no one pushed anyone else to say, or do, anything until they were ready. So Bill just waited. The sound of a footstep sounded down to them. Bill turned to see Tracy was headed toward them. Bill shook his head and she stopped. Only for a moment because Quentin had turned around and signaled it was okay for her to join them. “You sure?”

 

Quentin nodded. “Now that she is the other half of you then there is nothing I can say to you for which she cannot hear too. A team is a team. I trust you so there is no reason why I would not trust her also.”

 

Bill was about to say something but was cut off by Quentin. “And I do know that too.” Quentin smiled at his friend.

 

Shortly Tracy joined the two men, gave Bill a long passionate kiss, before turning her attention to Quentin. Then Bill filled her in. “Quentin Parks this is…”