Adam ran down the beach on Friday morning, his feet matching the rhythm of his breathing as he kept his eye on Gypsy. She frolicked out in the surf, as usual, barking at an errant bird that hadn’t flown south yet.
The summer had clung to Hawthorne Harbor for a few extra weeks this year, something his stepfather was thrilled about because it meant better lavender growth for next year. Adam didn’t mind it either, and he hoped the warmer weather would last through the weekend.
Ah, the weekend. He’d never spent a lot of time lying on the sand at the beach, but he’d looked through Gretchen’s itinerary, and there seemed like there’d be plenty of time for relaxing in the sun.
He’d texted Janey early, before he’d started his run, and said, Seems to be plenty of free time this weekend. Maybe we
