He drove slowly down Shore Line Drive and pulled into the small parking area. There was a vintage cherry red Mustang with a white ragtop parked near the bench. A woman was sitting inside. She got out and held up her hand in greeting. He parked and got out of the truck, took a deep breath and walked across the parking area.
“Hello, Adam.” She extended her hand. “I recognize you from your picture.”
He grasped hers and was surprised at the gesture. “Beth, it’s nice to meet you.”
She looked just like her picture. Her dark brown hair was short and stylishly arranged. She wasn’t as tall as Mel, but looked healthy and fit. He guessed it was from the active lifestyle she described in her bio. Why had he compared Beth to Mel?
Beth held up a thermos and two metal mugs. “As promised, I brought th
