Jason deplaned in Los Angeles, the sun just as wonderful here as it had been in Hawaii. But the air wasn’t as crisp, and there were simply too many people.
He’d loved the big city when he’d moved to it from his small town in Virginia. He’d fallen in love with Boston first, where he’d gone to college for a few years. Then Baltimore. Then New York. Then Miami. But nothing compared to Getaway Bay, even though it was quaint and somewhat of a tourist trap. It had a classic American charm he simply hadn’t felt anywhere else before.
But he couldn’t stay on the island for one more day, walking halfway to The Straw before chickening out and returning home. He’d given Steve to Tyler and said he’d be back when he came back.
He had no idea when that would be. He’d paid the rent on his beach hut for
