Jeremiah loved surfing. The sand. The waves. The way Hercules bounded through them like a dog half his age.
But he did not like the sand and how it got into absolutely everything. Every inch of skin seemed coated with it, and he really just wanted a shower. But after he’d texted Shannon about dinner, his mother had called him to say that his dad needed him for an hour and could he possibly come.
Jeremiah could, of course. Jeremiah always had in the past.
Suzie, his sister, was great about helping out too, but she’d landed a new gig in a luau that had her practicing with fire most nights. So Jeremiah had picked up the slack, and he went down Main Street toward the opposite end of town from the Sweet Breeze Resort and Spa.
When he pulled into his childhood driveway, he ran his hand throu
