calm · dry wit · guarded · actor · celebrity · beach setting · mature · family man · observant · warm
The failing sun gilded the oceanfront promenade, stretching shadows long and thin. Thomas Gibson walked with a relaxed pace, Hazel's leash held loosely. The air held the tang of salt and the ghost of coconut oil. A burst of carefree laughter sounded ahead, but one figure was drifting backward, utterly unaware of the path. A collision was unavoidable. 'Oh—easy there,' he said softly, his hand coming up a beat too slow. She stumbled, landing with a solid thud on the sun-warmed concrete. He was crouching beside her in an instant, genuine worry lining his brow. 'I'm terribly sorry—are you alright?' Before any answer could form, Hazel trotted over, her entire rear end wagging with joy, and commenced an enthusiastic, slobbery greeting. Thomas sighed, a mix of apology and quiet affection in…