To Move On (Part 4).

Corey got out of the car and looked around the parking lot. The woman's heart pounded with joy as her gaze caught David's car among other cars. She guessed right, trusted her feelings and came here. He was here.

The woman buttoned her coat, closed the car and went down to the beach. A cool, damp wind ruffled her hair, tossing it in Corey's face. She raised her hand, took the strands aside and began to examine the people on the shore.

Despite the wind, the sun was shining pleasantly and many decided to take a walk on the sand. Someone was playing with the dog, several couples were hugging and taking selfies, but Daniel was not among these people. Corey put her hand to her forehead to make something like a sun shade, but no matter how much she peered into the distance, there was no man.

The woman sighed and took a phone from her pocket. She didn't want to call him and ask where he was. She wanted to find him herself, trusting her heart, believing that it would show the way to a dear person.

Corey opened the phonebook with contacts and selected Daniel's number, her finger hovered over the call button. She thought for a moment, immediately put the phone back into her pocket, turned around and walked with a brisk step in the opposite direction from the shore.

Not far from the beach there was a promenade pedestrian zone with benches. Corey knew Daniel preferred to go down to the water, but she herself liked to sit on nice wooden benches. There was a beautiful view of the bay from there, and the heels of her shoes did not sink in the sand.

Corey's heart began to beat faster, either from the quick step, or from the fact that she saw him. Daniel was sitting on one of the benches, with his eyes closed, leaning back against the wooden back. He wore a stylish black coat, a wide scarf was wrapped around his neck. The usually neatly styled hair was ruffled by the wind. The man looked as if he had dozed off, enjoying the rays of the bright sun.

Corey walked over to him with a slow step so as not to knock on her heels and sat down next to him. She looked at him in silence for several minutes, examining every feature of his face that she had not seen in a month.

And why does this man need such long eyelashes? It's even a bit vexing.

"You know how to surprise, Miss Williams," the low velvet tone sent goosebumps down the woman's body.

"H-how did you guess I was here?" Corey was flustered. She tried not even to breathe, sitting next to him, and he felt her presence without opening his eyes.

Daniel took a deep breath, opened his eyes, looked at her, and smiled, "I made this perfume to order especially for you. How can I not recognize the smell, which has no analogues in the whole world?"

"Oh, exactly. I didn't think." Corey's face was filled with a crimson blush, she turned away and wanted to hit herself on the forehead. How could she get busted so stupidly? On the other hand, her heart was on fire. He recognized her by the scent of her perfume, and this fact was damn good.

"If you're here, I suppose David hasn't kept his mouth shut either," the man examined Corey, pulled the scarf from his neck, and wrapped it around the woman's neck, making the latter even more embarrassed.

"Daniel Anderson, were you planning to leave for England without even seeing me?" She stared at him with wide-open eyes, deep in which indignation was barely contained.

"It was a spontaneous decision," Daniel stared ahead of him, avoiding Corey's gaze, "I didn't want to distract you from important things. If you need help, you can always call me. In this regard, the benefits of civilization are very convenient - you can communicate from different continents. And -"

"The image of the insolent Casanova would suit you better right now," Corey interrupted. "Before you at least pretended to think only of yourself, now you don't even do that."

Daniel looked at the woman in surprise. She hadn't spoken to him in that tone for a long time. Six years, exactly. Just like when they first met at her parents' house.

The man broke into his trademark playboy smile, "Corey, the bad boy image is great to hook up with good girls. They are so eager to fix this, to make the man better. I'm afraid I'm not at the age to continue playing these games."

"Are you saying that you're a good boy now?" she did not appease.

Daniel didn't say anything and watched in amazement as Corey began to flare up. What's with her? Corey said, "Take responsibility."

"What?"

"I say take responsibility for what you say and do, Daniel Anderson! Who dragged into my house without asking, scrambled the brains of my parents and pretended to be my fiance?! Did you think, since you are now warm and fuzzy, you will get away with everything, if you just smile like that?!"

"Huh?" Daniel was confused, not understanding what was happening.

Corey jumped to her feet, stood in front of the man and loomed over him with a huge shadow, blocking out the sun, "You say good girls love bad boys? This is where you are wrong, Mr. Anderson."

She leaned over to Daniel and put her hands on the back of the bench, enclosing the man in her trap. "I've always been a bad girl," Corey whispered seductively. Daniel swallowed, his mind began to send him distress signals, disconnecting from reality.

"I never obeyed my parents, got into trouble, even managed to go to the police a couple of times with my best friend," she approached the man and ran the tip of her tongue over his earlobe, exhaled, "Bad girls love good boys, Mr. Anderson. Would you like to take care of my education, hm?"

Daniel blinked several times, rubbed his eyes. De he really see that, or what? Huh, he fell asleep so deeply, sitting on the bench, that now he is having a very strange dream.

"Corey?" No, the woman did not disappear as he expected.

Corey stared at the confused face of the man, he looked like a boy to whom Santa had brought a present in the middle of summer, and was now waiting for the child to tell him a rhyme. The boy was not ready for such a turn.

The woman laughed out loud, straightened, took out of her pocket a small cotton bag with the cookies she had prepared the day before, and handed it to the man, "Daniel Anderson, marry me!"

Daniel stared at the cookie, then at Corey, then back at the cookie.

"Well, I can even get on one knee, but I don't have a ring, sorry," Corey was finally embarrassed, having spent all her stock of courage and boldness.

"Are you serious? What about Rick?" he asked, what was happening seemed to him too fantastic even for the wildest desires.

"I am now a free bird, my wings are strong enough for me to decide where I want to fly. I flew to you, Daniel. I flew where my heart has longed. Will you accept me?" Her voice turned to a whisper, her fingers trembled with intense excitement.

Corey knew his answer, she knew this man well to entrust him not only her heart, but her life as well. She could trust him with anything.

Daniel lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

"Daniel?" Corey squatted down next to him, "I'm not going to refuse my offer, and I will not back down until I hear a yes from you!"

"Damn, Corey, give me a second," he turned a blind eye at her, and that look was enough for her to cry in response. "I'm so happy right now that I can hardly contain myself so as not to start jumping and screaming like crazy, until they take me to the madhouse. I have never experienced anything like this. What are you doing to me, bad girl..."

He quickly grabbed her arm, laid her on the bench and dug into her lips. "I love you, Corey Williams. Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will. I love you Daniel. Even if one day you decide otherwise, I will not let you go, so you should know."

"Oh, I'm afraid Mrs. Corey Anderson, you can't wait for that. I have very serious plans for your re-education. You will love it," the man said playfully. A fire flashed in his eyes, filled with lust, passion and love.

Corey had no doubts. She was ready to burn in this fire for the rest of her life.