CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PLEASANCE STARED OUT over the water, enjoying the sight of early morning surfers dancing atop the waves. The beach was nearly empty. Everyone else seemed to be sleeping in after a night that had gone late with the arrival of her parents from Indiana. Pleasance frowned slightly at the memory. Her mother had taken one look at Pleasance and guessed that something was wrong. Pleasance had done her best to reassure her, but Therese had a sixth sense where her only daughter was concerned. And it was apparently as finely tuned as ever.
“Mornin’, beautiful.” Alf kissed the top of her head and ran a hand over the bare skin of her arm. “Sleep well?”
“The best,” she lied. “How about you?”
He dropped into the chair next to her and grabbed one of her hands, pulling it to his lips. “
