Chapter 10
Even though it was late June, the seawater felt freezing cold when John stepped into it for his impromptu night-time paddle.
Whenever he’d had an afternoon nap he always seemed to have to pay for it that night. He’d been able to get off to sleep okay, memories of the quiet walk and the kisses he’d shared with Mitch uppermost in his thoughts. He’d dreamed about the two of them, strange, vivid, and passionate images and sounds running through his mind. Oddly, though, the dream didn’t appear to be set in Cornwall; the county just wasn’t that mountainous. And if Cornwall had any log cabins, John had yet to see them.
One thing he did see was a larger than usual wave heading toward him. Knowing he wouldn’t have time to run back to the sand, he decided to jump to avoid most of its s
