Page 1 of June 7

Chapter One

Bright beams of light flashed behind Daisy's eyelids.

"Where's the girl?" screamed a woman into the wind. "They have a teenage girl who goes to the high school. She's on the swim team."

"Everyone spread out and sweep the beach."

"Watch out for the tow truck."

"Everyone, back away. We need the light to see."

"The vehicle went in the water over there. I can't even see the roof."

Sirens rode the wind up to the dune. Ahead of Daisy, flashes of blue and red lights flickered off the water. She couldn't see her dad's car any longer. Everyone was in the way. The ambulance. The fire truck. The police cars.

Outside her house, she got up on her knees, trying to see better. Dad had told her to stay. She wasn't supposed to get up or follow him. She was supposed to stay on the dune.

The blanket wrapped around her fell off her shoulders. She sat on her butt and scooped the warm sand underneath her into her hands, spilling the grains over her legs and covering her bare skin. Liking the weight of the sand pressed against her, she stopped watching the activity down at the shoreline and proceeded to bury her toes under the sand.

From inside her Jeep, Daisy blinked her eyes open, dispelling the memories that tormented her. She grabbed the tequila bottle she'd opened the moment she shifted into Park in her driveway and took a big swig. Then, knowing she needed to find somewhere she could drink herself into oblivion, she went inside her duplex and straight out to the back patio to face the past.

With the company of the same ocean that ruined her life six years ago, she sat down and proceeded to drink.

Swallow after swallow.

Chapter Two

Bane stepped out on the patio with a beer in his hand. Inhaling the briny air, he gazed out at the Pacific Ocean. After a long day of moving the motorcycle club to Seaglass Cove, it was his first night in the duplex.

Over the past year, more than thirty members of the Havoc-Lincoln Motorcycle Club—better known as Havlin MC, worked their asses off to branch off, make the move to the cove, and start another chapter.

The task was made more complicated because of the location near the ocean. Most places were set up for short-term vacations. Few houses came up for sale, and they'd found it challenging to find long-term rentals.

He was one of the lucky ones. Jagger, Havlin's president, knew some chick who worked in a local property management firm and found several possible places to house the members.

Because he was gone the day the choices were presented to the club, he got stuck with the most expensive one on the waterfront.

---