The waves crashed. Somewhere down the beach, someone started singing along to a song that was too old for them.
Belly set her cup down in the sand and walked toward the house. She found him leaning against the porch railing, facing the ocean. The screen door groaned behind her, but he didn’t turn. book 3 the summer i turned pretty
She stepped up to the railing, leaving a foot of space between them. The salt wind lifted her hair. She’d stopped straightening it this summer. She’d stopped a lot of things. The waves crashed
Conrad wasn’t at the fire at all. He was up at the house, standing on the back deck, one hand wrapped around a glass of lemonade he hadn’t touched. She could see his silhouette from here. Tall. Still. The kind of still that meant he was thinking too hard. She found him leaning against the porch railing,