Will had a hard time focusing on his work, knowing that tonight he'd finally be meeting AnonyMs. She'd sent the plan halfway through the day. He was supposed to meet her at the Jupiter Point Observatory at sunset. He was supposed to bring a bottle of champagne—that would be the tell that she'd recognize him by.
So he was right. She did live near Jupiter Point.
It occurred to him that maybe he'd met her before but hadn't realized it. Maybe she worked at one of the businesses in town. Maybe they'd both been drinking at Barstow's at the same time. Maybe they'd reached for the same peach at the supermarket or passed each other jogging on Stargazer Beach.
Or what if he knew her even better? What if she worked at the hardware store or did his taxes or cut his hair?
Whoever AnonyMs was, she k
