24
“I was going to call you,” Geena said, absently folding and unfolding a napkin into a triangular shape. She’d just arrived on the beach with a smoothie from a nearby cafe.
Sitting on a broad flat rock that looked out over the ocean, Ivy slid the Jane Austen book she’d been reading into her striped canvas tote bag and breathed in the fresh ocean air. She had suggested the spot, so after breakfast at the inn was finished, she walked along the beach to meet Geena. Tourists were beginning to trickle onto the beach.
“I hope I didn’t wake you last night,” Ivy said. “But we need to talk.”
Geena shifted self-consciously beside her. “I made a decision.”
Ivy touched the younger woman’s hand to still her nervousness. “There’s something I have to tell you, too.”
Geena shook her head sharply.
