The storm had ravaged the beach with debris, but the chaos of it was beautiful. Thick ropes of kelp lay haphazardly, driftwood nestled safely inside. Egg white foam clung to the pale sand, tiny seashells locked in the bubbles. Gulls screamed and wheeled, fighting noisily over a sea creature buffet.
Keegan and Kylie ran ahead of us, screaming in delight as they explored. Bill followed behind, hands in his pockets while he occasionally called out warnings, leaving Marsh and me to bring up the rear.
I glanced toward Marsh for what felt like the millionth time since we left the cottage. I didn't understand it, but I couldn't stop looking at him. I hadn't even known the man for a full day, yet I found myself wanting—no, needing—to know him.
I shook my head, laughing softly at myself. I neede
