Chapter 21
It had been weeks now, since she’d patched things up with Bridget. Zoe was spending most nights at the shack. With Josh kept busy at Swallowdale, the quaint little house perched on the cliff was empty and available. Zoe loved drifting off to the lullaby of waves. She loved waking each morning to a sun-spangled sea or the dramatic swell of breakers before a storm. The magnificent, old-fashioned shower rose that didn’t know the meaning of water-saving. The dolphins private play in the lagoon before the gates of the centre opened to other eyes.
There were things she missed about Swallowdale, of course: Josh’s off-beat company; the weight of Captain’s comforting body pressed against her in the early hours; the earthy smell of Aisha’s warm neck. And Quinn. Her feelings hadn’t chang
