Chapter 3
High tide being driven in by the wind presented an awesome sight along the shore. As he cruised up the north side of Durasett Beach, Maurice heard the waves pound against rocks and sand nearby. The moonlight gave illumination to the frothy, angry whitecaps that smashed the seawall and splattered fifty feet in the air.
A few minutes later he parked the Renault in front of her wood cottage near a cove. It was the most secluded spot he could imagine.
He cursed and got out onto the weeds of her yard. Marching across toward the porch, he knew he didn't give a tinker's dam about any prying eyes, because this was plenty far from civilization and the gotham. His last qualm vanished when he reasoned that only a true man could answer the challenge put out by Ida.
eighteen years old
