Chapter Seven
Jo busied herself setting up a bed and putting out water for her pug. She had to keep asking Pete where things were. Don’t get comfortable. This isn’t your house and never will be.
Although it was modern in design, Jo loved this structure of weathered wood and glass looking out over the vast sea. The smell of salt in the air, and the cries of passing seagulls reminded her she was on the edge of a great ocean.
At twilight, armed with a flashlight, she took Daisy for a walk on the beach. Filling her lungs with clean, salty air refreshed her body and spirit. Daisy played in the shallowness, barking at the waves in the moonlight and prancing along the firm, wet sand.
When she returned, Pete scooped out dishes of chocolate chip ice cream and poured steaming mugs of coffee. Ign
