you stay, you probably won’t come at all. You go on to the beach house and relax. It shouldn’t take more than a day or two. We’ll be there for at least two weeks.”
Jacob watched Tom walk to the door. “Hold up, you never said two weeks!”
“Mom wanted me to come for the whole month but I told her we couldn’t spare but two weeks. Don’t argue, go and pack. I’ll see you in a day or two.” Tom rolled his eyes when Jacob grumbled. “I’m going to go get us some beer.” He turned and left the apartment.
“Damn it!” How uncomfortable would he be sitting around with Tom’s mommy? Shit, he should have refused.
Jacob went up to his loft bedroom and started packing his clothes. He picked mostly shorts with a few suits in case they all went out for dinner. Jacob decided he would spend as much time on the beach as possible. Besides, Tom and his mother would be so caught up in visiting each other they would barely know he was there.
He felt a little better and was actually starting to look forward to catching some waves. His parents left him to be raised by his grandparents who lived near the shore, and he used to surf every day before and after school. It kept him out of trouble. There was nothing like being on his board out in the ocean, surrounded by nature. The smell of the sea and the warmth of the sun were very therapeutic.
He looked over at a framed picture of his grandparents. They would definitely want him to take a vacation and relax. Maybe this would be just the thing he needed.
Chapter 2
Claire pulled up to the oceanside beach cottage. It sat on stilts, allowing for parking underneath. She parked her car and pulled out her two suitcases. She should have packed lighter than this, but she was going to be here for two weeks.
She had made good time, arriving right as the sun was setting. Claire grabbed her travel cases and carried them up the steep circular steps leading to the decking that overlooked the ocean. She opened the door to the cottage and sneezed. It had been a while since anyone had used it. Thomas had brought his friends there to celebrate graduating college, but Claire had not been there in years.
She left her bags in the entryway and walked into the front living room. She opened the large sliding doors, letting the breeze come in. The ocean air was clean and invigorating. Claire closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and released her stress along with the air she took in. “Much better.”
The sun was just touching the horizon. Beautiful golds, reds, and yellows sprinkled out across the ocean. It always made her think of one word: majestic .
She went back inside and got her bags, passing through the dining room, which was connected to the living room and open to the kitchen. She continued down the hallway. On the left were two bedrooms with a bathroom in the middle. There were two doors on the right. One opened to a closet with a double stack washer/dryer combination and shelving next to it with towels and toiletries. The next door on the right was her old art studio. She hadn’t painted in years, but when she did it was often on vacation. She passed by without opening the door. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom.
The two guest rooms had partial ocean views. Her bedroom was situated at the right angle to get a wide view of the ocean almost as nice as the view from the front room. She opened the door and walked inside. She sniffed and almost sneezed again; it was stuffy in there, too.
Claire opened the windows in the other two bedrooms to get a good breeze going through the beach house. She went to the kitchen next and opened the cabinets and the refrigerator. No food at all. She was going to have to make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow. She was too tired and just wanted to relax for the evening. She wasn’t hungry because she had a late lunch on the road.
She sat on the couch and read for a few hours. When Claire caught herself dozing, she made
Jacob watched Tom walk to the door. “Hold up, you never said two weeks!”
“Mom wanted me to come for the whole month but I told her we couldn’t spare but two weeks. Don’t argue, go and pack. I’ll see you in a day or two.” Tom rolled his eyes when Jacob grumbled. “I’m going to go get us some beer.” He turned and left the apartment.
“Damn it!” How uncomfortable would he be sitting around with Tom’s mommy? Shit, he should have refused.
Jacob went up to his loft bedroom and started packing his clothes. He picked mostly shorts with a few suits in case they all went out for dinner. Jacob decided he would spend as much time on the beach as possible. Besides, Tom and his mother would be so caught up in visiting each other they would barely know he was there.
He felt a little better and was actually starting to look forward to catching some waves. His parents left him to be raised by his grandparents who lived near the shore, and he used to surf every day before and after school. It kept him out of trouble. There was nothing like being on his board out in the ocean, surrounded by nature. The smell of the sea and the warmth of the sun were very therapeutic.
He looked over at a framed picture of his grandparents. They would definitely want him to take a vacation and relax. Maybe this would be just the thing he needed.
Chapter 2
Claire pulled up to the oceanside beach cottage. It sat on stilts, allowing for parking underneath. She parked her car and pulled out her two suitcases. She should have packed lighter than this, but she was going to be here for two weeks.
She had made good time, arriving right as the sun was setting. Claire grabbed her travel cases and carried them up the steep circular steps leading to the decking that overlooked the ocean. She opened the door to the cottage and sneezed. It had been a while since anyone had used it. Thomas had brought his friends there to celebrate graduating college, but Claire had not been there in years.
She left her bags in the entryway and walked into the front living room. She opened the large sliding doors, letting the breeze come in. The ocean air was clean and invigorating. Claire closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and released her stress along with the air she took in. “Much better.”
The sun was just touching the horizon. Beautiful golds, reds, and yellows sprinkled out across the ocean. It always made her think of one word: majestic .
She went back inside and got her bags, passing through the dining room, which was connected to the living room and open to the kitchen. She continued down the hallway. On the left were two bedrooms with a bathroom in the middle. There were two doors on the right. One opened to a closet with a double stack washer/dryer combination and shelving next to it with towels and toiletries. The next door on the right was her old art studio. She hadn’t painted in years, but when she did it was often on vacation. She passed by without opening the door. At the end of the hallway was the master bedroom.
The two guest rooms had partial ocean views. Her bedroom was situated at the right angle to get a wide view of the ocean almost as nice as the view from the front room. She opened the door and walked inside. She sniffed and almost sneezed again; it was stuffy in there, too.
Claire opened the windows in the other two bedrooms to get a good breeze going through the beach house. She went to the kitchen next and opened the cabinets and the refrigerator. No food at all. She was going to have to make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow. She was too tired and just wanted to relax for the evening. She wasn’t hungry because she had a late lunch on the road.
She sat on the couch and read for a few hours. When Claire caught herself dozing, she made
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