He laughed as we bounced through the sand, my hand gripping the handle above the door. It was dark—really, really dark—because the moon was just a tiny sliver, and even through the windshield, I could see stars spreading across the sky.
Bryce remained quiet while I strained to make out a shadowy outline ahead. Even with the headlights, I couldn’t tell what it was, but Bryce turned the wheel as we drew near and eventually brought the truck to a halt.
“We’re here,” he said. “But close your eyes and wait in the truck until I get things ready. And don’t peek, okay?”
I closed my eyes—why not?—and listened as he got out and closed the door behind him. Even so, I could vaguely hear him occasionally reminding Daisy not to run off while he made a few trips back and forth between the truck and wherever he was going.
After what was probably a few minutes but seemed longer, I finally heard his voice through my window.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he called through the glass. “I’m going to open the door and help you down and walk you to where I want you to go. Then you can open them, okay?”
“Don’t let me fall,” I cautioned.
I heard the door open, felt his hand when I reached for it. Lowering myself carefully, I stretched out my toe until it finally reached the ground. After that, it was easy, Bryce guiding me across the cool sand, the strong wind whipping my hair about.
“There’s nothing in front of you,” he assured me. “Just walk.”
After a few steps I felt a surge of heat and there seemed to be light pushing its way through my eyelids. He gently pulled me to a stop.
“You can open your eyes now.”
The shadowy outline I had spotted earlier was a pile of sand forming a semicircular wall around a flat-bottomed pit about two feet deep. On the ocean side of the hole was a pyramid of wood already glowing with dancing flames, and he’d set up two small lawn chairs facing it, with a blanket draped over each. In between the chairs was a small cooler and behind that was something mounted on a tripod. In the realm of romantic movie gestures, it might not have counted for much, but to me it was absolutely perfect.
“Wow,” I finally said, my voice quiet. I was so overwhelmed that nothing else leaped to mind.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“How did you get the fire going so fast?”
“Charcoal briquettes and lighter fluid.”
“And what’s that thing?” I asked, pointing toward the tripod.
“A telescope,” he said. “My dad let me borrow it. It’s his, but the whole family uses it.”
“Am I going to see Halley’s Comet or something like that?”
“No,” he said. “That came in 1986. The next time it’s visible will be 2061.”
“And you just happen to know that?”
“I think everyone with a telescope knows it.”
Of course he thinks that. “What will we see, then?”
“Venus and Mars. Sirius, which is also called the Dog Star. Lepus. Cassiopeia. Orion. A few other constellations. And the moon and Jupiter are almost in conjunction.”
“And the cooler?”
“S’mores,” he said. “They’re fun to cook over campfires.”
He swept an arm toward the chairs and I sauntered over, choosing the one farthest away. I leaned forward, freeing the blanket, but as I spread it across my lap, I realized that the wind was now practically nonexistent because of the pit and the sand wall behind me. Daisy wandered up and lay beside Bryce. With the campfire, it felt downright toasty.
“When did you do all this?”
“I dug the hole and set up the wood and charcoal after I dropped you off.”
While I was napping. Which explained the difference between him and me—he did, while I slept. “It’s…incredible. Thank you for doing all this.”
“I also got you something for Valentine’s Day.”
“You already brought me flowers.”
“I wanted to give you something that will remind you of Ocracoke.”
I already had a feeling I’d remember this place—and this night—forever, but I watched in fascination as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, removed a small box wrapped in red-and-green paper, and handed it to me. It weighed next to nothing.
“Sorry. There was only Christmas wrapping paper in the house.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “Should I open it now?”
“Please.”
“I didn’t get you anything.”