Chapter 13
WE REACHED THE crest of the dunes and headed down the other side toward the beach. There were no trees on the ocean side of the dunes, only grass and sea oats, and I could see a long strip of beach in both directions. There weren’t enough people around to matter.
“Isn’t this great?” Rion said when we reached the actual white sand of the beach.
“It certainly is isolated.”
“Nude sunbathing happens here, but it will get you arrested—as will the illicit public activities that guy back in the trees was hinting at. Deputies from the St. Johns County Sheriff’s Office come through here regularly to keep an eye on things. Still, it is a place where you can walk along the beach holding hands, if you like, or just lie side by side on a blanket.”
“The blanket part sounds good right now
