The house he had rented in Bodega Bay was right on the beach. It was a single-story bungalow with a large picture window in the living room that faced out to the ocean. The waves were calm at present, and the sun shone over the horizon, though I knew clouds would probably roll in later in the day. Most beaches on the Northern coast got foggy at night and early mornings, especially in the summer.
“God, it’s breathtaking,” I said, as I stood gazing out the window. “How’d you find this place?”
“Rental agent.” Brady went to a small wooden door to the side of the window. “Come outside with me.”
He took hold of my hand and pulled me outside to a deck that included two lounge chairs and a heat lamp. A soft breeze blew our hair, but it was pleasantly warm.
“I wish I lived here.”
“It’s pretty
