Hunter sped down the Coastal highway, the Pacific Ocean on his right and his window down to let in the sea breeze. He loved the temperature on the water in July, and he loved that he and Alice were taking Westin to the beach.
She’d confessed to him that she’d avoided the beach since he’d left, and that made his heart sad. But he’d done similar things—cutting specific items out of his life if they reminded him too much of her.
But they didn’t have to do that anymore. Now, they were building a life and family together, day by day, brick by brick.
It had not been easy over the past few months. He’d done things that had upset her. She’d done things that had upset him. But they were committed, and Hunter felt more and more foolish every day that he’d thought he and Alice could’ve made their
