18
Caleb was just coming down to the shop when he noticed someone standing in front of the front doors. He tried to rub the sleep from his eyes and make himself as presentable as possible. He’d had trouble sleeping the previous night, unable to think of anything—or anyone—but Bree. Their date had gone better than he had expected. Much better.
“We’re not open yet,” he said, even as he unlocked the door. He paused when he realized who stood there at this early hour.
“I know,” Isaac said, his usual boyish grin back in place. He was shirtless but wore shorts, along with a pair of flip flops. “But I saw your light flip on and thought I’d stop by on my way home. I caught an epic wave this morning. I wish you could have seen it.”
“That would have required I wake up before the sun.” Caleb gest
