4 UNEXPLAINED LIGHTS
When I got back to the table, Scooter, Jack, and Sandy were engrossed in conversation. “You wouldn’t believe it—there was oil everywhere, even on Sandy’s T-shirt and hair!” Jack chuckled. “Yep, those were the good old days, weren’t they, honey?”
He leaned over to Sandy, smiled softly, and rubbed her hand. Sandy looked at him in surprise, then pulled her hand away. Jack’s smile faded, and his eyes got steely.
“But those days were a long time ago,” Jack said bitterly. Sandy blushed while Scooter did his best to pretend that things weren’t incredibly uncomfortable.
“So, Scooter, what about that stroll on the beach?” I asked.
He looked at me with relief. “Yes. That would be great.”
“See you guys tomorrow,” Scooter said as we walked toward the boardwalk.
I glanced
