Page 19 of A Shore Fling
She laughs. “Yeah. I’m surprised the rental agency didn’t give you a heads-up.”
“They had a last-minute cancellation and I snatched it up last night.”
“I take it you needed to get away.”
“You could say that. But not in an I-broke-the-law way.”
She grins, pointing at my feet. “No hardened criminal would run away with those sandals.”
I laugh. “These were a bad choice, for sure. I’m going to remove them now.” Bending down, I undo the buckles over my ankles and shake each foot free. “Ooh, much better.”
Willow grimaces at the sight of my blisters. “You need to get those puppies in the ocean. The salt water helps everything heal.”
“Really? What about bacteria?”
She dismisses my concern with a wave of her hand. “If bacteria are an issue, the town posts warning signs.”
“That’s good to know. A case of flesh-eating bacteria isn’t on my summer itinerary.”
“Do you need anything before I go?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What are your plans for eating?”
“I figured I’d order delivery, and tomorrow I can figure out groceries.”
“I’m gonna recommend The Sand Bar for dinner, and they deliver.”
Ouch.The name’s a little painful, but I haven’t eaten since before I left home this morning, and I’m not in a position to be choosy.
“Thanks. I’m starving.”
“No problem. The grocery store delivers too. You should be able to get online now.” She points out the black router.
“Thank God.”
“Let me give you my number in case you have any questions or are looking for some company.” I pass over my phone, and she types her information. She sends herself a text so she also has my number.
“Watch out. I’ll take you up on that offer. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with all my free time.”
“Please do. It would be nice to hang out with someone who hasn’t known me my entire life.”
“Thanks again for the ride. I don’t think I would’ve made it up that hill.”
“Don’t mention it. Besides, seeing your reaction to the interior of this place made my night.”
I laugh. “I’m sure I’m about to have nightmares with lobsters chasing me.”
“Open all the windows, and the salt air will have you sleeping like a baby,” she suggests.
“Yeah, I will. I usually get up at six a.m. every day. I’m looking forward to breaking that habit.”
“That sounds like hell,” she says, walking toward the door.
“Have a good night, Willow.”
“Thanks. You too.”
