Wyatt sat on his deck, a glass of lemonade beside him that would take him an hour to finish. He loved the first, very cold sip, and he loved the last, almost warm one too. He liked watching the waves roll ashore on the beach about a mile away, but he didn’t have to be around people to do it.
He spent so much time around people, and sometimes he really needed a day of no talking. Now that Jennifer was married and off the island, Wyatt could go hours without speaking to someone.
Turned out, the silence wasn’t as wonderful as he’d imagined it might be. He reached down and stroked Tigger, the German shepherd mix he’d found tangled in a buoy line a few years ago. No collar. He’d put out the word about the lost dog through every channel he had in Getaway Bay, but no one had come forward to cla
