“I’m not most men,” Marshall said simply. “I know what’s important. Family. Friends. Relationships. Not material shit. Not being the most popular or dating as many people as possible. I want what my friends have. I want to come home from a mission knowing the woman I love is waiting for me. Knowing she’ll be just as excited to see me as I am her.”
“Marshall,” Kenna whispered, not sure what to say.
“Sorry. I’m not trying to freak you out. But…yeah. As far as I’m concerned, we’re dating. We’ll take things one day at a time and see what happens.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he echoed. “You ready to move on?”
Kenna looked back at the hunk of rusting metal in the ocean in front of her. She could be afraid to get into a relationship with Marshall. Could push him away because she was scared of him getting hurt, or getting hurt emotionally herself…but that wasn’t like her. “Yeah,” she said softly.
“Good. Because I’ve got something else kind of cool to show you. My favorite spot on the island. Although with your response to seeing this memorial, I’m kinda nervous now.”
“Don’t be. I didn’t even know this existed, and I’m honored to have been able to see it,” Kenna said.
“All right. You okay? Hungry? Too hot?”
“I’m good. I wasn’t sure if we’d be eating or not, so I had a sandwich before I came.”
Marshall grinned.
“What?” Kenna asked.
“You’re just so…refreshing. You’re hungry, you eat. You plan ahead. You don’t assume. I can see I’m gonna have to work hard to spoil you.”
Kenna shrugged. “I’ve been on my own a long time. And trust me, you don’t want to be around me if I’m hungry. I turn into a raging bitch.”
“Now that I don’t believe,” Marshall said, putting a hand on the small of her back and leading her down the walkway toward the parking lot.
“I’m serious,” she said.
“Noted,” Marshall said. “I’ll do my best to make sure I have snacks for you just in case.”
Kenna smiled. “I usually have my own snacks,” she informed him.
“Right. Then I’ll do a better job of planning our dates, letting you know if I’m going to be feeding you or not.”
“Now I feel bad,” Kenna said. “I’m not going to waste away if I don’t eat at a specific time.”
“I know,” Marshall said as they approached his Jeep. “Here we are.”
He opened the door for her again and handed her the seat belt as she got settled. When he was behind the wheel once more, she blurted, “The other reason I’m scared is because you seem so…perfect.”
Marshall chuckled as he pulled out of the lot. “I’m not perfect, Kenna. Not even close.”
“You’ve said all the right things, opened my door, and you haven’t irritated me once. It makes me nervous.”
“I was brought up to treat my girlfriend as if she was the most important person on Earth. My dad made sure I knew how important the little things can be in a relationship. Sure, grand gestures are nice, but it’s the everyday things that make the difference. Opening the door for you, handing you the seat belt so you don’t have to crane backward to grab it, holding your hand…those are easy. I’m positive I’ll annoy you sooner rather than later. It’s inevitable. I just hope the small things make up for it.”
Kenna had a feeling they would.
“What about you?” he asked.
“What about me what?” Kenna asked in confusion.
“From where I’m sitting, you’re pretty damn perfect yourself. You jumped into the ocean to rescue me when you thought I was drowning, everyone at Duke’s obviously respects and likes you, you’ve followed your heart even when it was probably scary to quit your job and move to Hawaii. You’re beautiful, funny, and somehow you’ve gotten me to actually enjoy texting.”
Kenna laughed. “Point made. I’m not perfect either, Marshall.”
“Right. So neither of us is perfect, we’re gonna screw up, but we’re building a foundation so we can weather the storms that are sure to arrive sooner or later,” Marshall said matter-of-factly.
When he put it that way, Kenna couldn’t argue his point. And amazingly, her fears that he was somehow pulling the wool over her eyes when it came to who he really was were assuaged. “For the record…I like you opening my door for me,” Kenna said.
Marshall shrugged. “Some people don’t. They think it’s demeaning, as if I think they can’t do it themselves.”
“Not me. A little kindness goes a long way with me,” Kenna said. “I see people at their best and worst at work all the time. So when someone treats me with respect and kindness, I take notice.”
Marshall smiled, and Kenna wanted to stop time. The man really was gorgeous. It was hard to believe she was sitting here with him and that he wanted a serious relationship.
They drove around the island and Marshall pointed out the Brig, where Naval prisoners were kept; Kai Beach, the small sandy strip for residents on the island; some of the training centers and the Pearl Harbor Aviation Museum. They went by the Battleship Missouri Memorial, but instead of stopping, he said, “We’ll come back another day so you can go onboard…if you want.”
“I do,” Kenna said immediately. She actually wanted to do some research on her own before they did that though. She felt woefully ignorant when it came to her own country’s history and had a feeling knowing the story behind the USS Missouri would make it all the more moving when she did board the ship.
Marshall turned down a small road just before the parking area for the battleship, then turned right onto a gravel road. He parked his Jeep off to the side and shut off the engine.
“You been out to the USS Arizona Memorial yet?”
“Yeah, it was one of the first things I did when I moved here,” Kenna said. “It was very moving.”
“And?”
She wasn’t sure what he was asking, but she decided to be honest. “And it was crowded. One of the tourists threw up on the short boat ride out of the memorial. People were talking loudly and being kind of rude.”
Marshall nodded as if he wasn’t surprised. “Wait there,” he said, getting out of the Jeep. He walked around to her door and opened it, holding out his hand. Kenna took it and let him help her out. But instead of letting go, he tightened his hold and started walking toward a tiny path in the trees.
Kenna followed him without question. She supposed maybe it wasn’t smart to let a man she’d only known a week lead her into what looked like a thick copse of trees, but she trusted Marshall.
They hadn’t walked very long before he turned off the small path and headed through some bushes. Thankful she’d worn her sneakers because of the mud under her feet, Kenna ducked her head and followed Marshall’s lead without a word.
Twenty seconds or so later, he stepped out of the undergrowth onto a rocky patch of shoreline. The tide gently lapped at the rocks and he gestured in front of him. “This is my favorite view of the memorial,” he said softly.