Chapter Seventeen
And that, Gretel realized as she got back to work, was the most honest conversation she’d ever had with a man about a relationship. She was great at breakups—those were easy compared to this. She always poured on the sweetness and light, soothing the guy’s wounded ego until he felt proud about how great he was handling the end.
Working out the nitty-gritty of an actual relationship? Totally new experience.
Yet another one brought to her by Lost Harbor, Alaska.
Danny D was in a lousy mood, muttering about the oncoming series of storms predicted for Misty Bay and the entire Aurora Peninsula.
“Surf’s up in Molokai,” he kept saying. “Winter storms, they’re the best for the waves. Not here, man. Here they mean get your shovel, baby.”
“I love the winter storms!” His scath
