Eli zipped up his jacket and shoved his hands into its pockets as he walked the beach. The crisp October air teased him, letting up one moment, then attacking the next. It had been warm the previous day when he’d arrived in the small coastal town, but it seemed he wouldn’t be able to count on weather like that every day. He glanced up at the clouds that were quickly rolling in. At least there wouldn’t be snow. That had been one reason he’d chosen Starlight Ridge for his debut as a producer—he’d be able to film through the winter rather than wait for spring, when the story was supposed to take place.
The sun was just beginning to lower, and he saw several surfers out on the water, wetsuits covering them from head to toe. He shivered just thinking of how freezing the water must be.
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