“Sure,” I replied. “Just let me know what time.”
He smiled then, a small, somewhat secretive smile. “I’ll let you know.”
We drove in silence for some time, while I looked out the window at the steep hillside to my right and the enormous expanse of the Pacific Ocean to my left. Since it was fairly windy that day, the dark blue waters were choppy and topped with whitecaps, but beautiful nonetheless. Actually, I reflected that it was sort of sad how seldom I even went to the beach, considering how close I lived to the ocean. Maybe sometime during this little winter break I’d given myself, I could head over to the shore and take a walk, although December probably wasn’t the best time of year for that sort of outing.
I could see we were approaching the Malibu pier, and in fact, Allan turned
