Page 88 of Sunsets at the Beach House

“Seems more and more like that every day, doesn’t it?” Margo said.

“It really does. Especially after spending time here.”

Margo couldn’t agree more. Being in her old house had only made her realize how much she’d needed a new start. And how blessed she was to get that new start with her family and a man like Conrad.

Miguel glanced at his watch, then at Willie. “How are you holding up?

Willie was happy with how much they’d gotten done but exhausted by all the decision-making. In fact, her brain felt tired, and she was definitely hungry, despite the cookies she’d eaten. “I don’t think I can do any more. Not until I have a little break and refill the tank with some actual food.”

Miguel nodded. “I agree. I feel the same.” He looked at Rob, who sat on the other side of the table, organizing copies of all their new paperwork for them. “Could we borrow one of the golf carts again so that we can get some lunch?”

“Absolutely,” Rob said. “I’ll have everything ready for you when you get back.”

Willie knew Rob would say yes to Miguel’s request. Buying an estate lot in one of the exclusive sections of Dunes West came with a lot of perks. Being treated like a VIP was pretty sweet, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

“Very kind of you,” Miguel said. He looked at Willie. “Shall we?”

“Sure. Where are we going? Back to the café?”

He shook his head. “Today I thought we’d try the Bistro. I believe it’s a little fancier.” He glanced at Rob. “Isn’t that right?”

“It is. It’s designed to give you the feeling of a quaint French restaurant. It’s only open for lunch Thursday through Sunday, but dinner all week long. You’ll enjoy it. The food is phenomenal. I highly recommend the steak frites. Or just about anything, really. You can’t go wrong.”

“Sounds good,” Willie said.

Rob gave them the keys to number seven and they were off, Miguel once again behind the wheel.

He smiled as he drove. “I’m really getting the hang of these things. We will definitely be getting a pair for ourselves. One for you and one for me.”

“We’ll have to,” Willie said. “If our kids visit at the same time, one cart won’t hold us all.”

“Good point.”

She held onto one of the side bars, but she had her seatbelt on, too. They might not be going that fast, but she didn’t want to tumble out at any speed. It didn’t have anything to do with Miguel’s driving. He was very careful.

More so than she was when she was behind the wheel. But going fast was half the fun—when you were the driver.

She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze in her hair. This really was the life. Soon, it would be an everyday thing.

They arrived at the Bistro not long after. It was at the other end of the big shopping area, the very last spot in one of the rows of shops.

There were a lot of cars and even more golf carts in the parking lot.

She frowned. “I’m not so sure we’re going to get in. Looks busy.”

“We’ll get in,” Miguel said.

She didn’t know how he could sound so confident. “Well, if we don’t, I’d be happy to eat at that little pizza place. I’m not picky.”

“After all we’ve done today, we deserve to sit down and be waited on, don’t you think?”

“No argument from me but look at the people.” She could see them through the windows, standing in the foyer of the Bistro.

Miguel took her hand. “They have French onion soup. And chocolate mousse for dessert.”

Willie laughed. He didn’t seem to grasp that they probably weren’t going to get a table. “You think that’s why people are lined up?”

“Maybe.” Miguel shrugged. “Rob said the food is very good.”

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