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Jagger
My parents are in New York for the weekend, and I’ve sent all the staff home to make sure I have the Malibu house all to myself. Instead of picking Quinn up, I asked her to meet me here for dinner. Tonight is all about starting over, right where we began.
Digging a hole in the sand and placing the logs inside, I catch sight of a woman running down by the water’s edge. She’s in a sports bra and short shorts that would make a stripper jealous. The woman’s gotten my attention many times since we were young and I can’t help but dread how much of a full-circle moment this is about to become.
She waves her hand and starts up my way. Lifting my wrist, I check my watch. Plenty of time.
“Hey,” she says, running up and standing way too close for comfort.
“Hi.” I tuck my hands in the
