Chapter Twelve
“You just stay right here. I won’t be long,” Billy Jo said, running her hand over Lucky. She had rolled the window down enough that a breeze was blowing in, and Lucky lay in the backseat of her new car as she stepped out at the beachside access, where she’d parked beside a sleek silver Jag.
She started down the narrow trail and steps that led down to a rocky beach, and there she was, her blond hair hanging in soft waves, blowing in the breeze. She wore a brown cardigan and blue jeans, her arms were crossed, and she was staring out at the waves crashing against the shore. Billy Jo walked carefully over the rocks to join her, and Sunday glanced only once her way. She was a few inches taller, slender, curvy, and her blue eyes were filled with something Billy Jo didn’t underst
