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“Okay, remember the part about telling me everything?” Olivia’s voice followed him out of the car. Yeah, he needed to tell her everything. But damn it, he needed some air for this story.
“Some stories are harder to tell than others.”
After that, she didn’t argue. Silently, she followed him out of the car and down a set of wooden stairs that led to the beach. As a nod to her aversion to sand, he kept his shoes on. Breaking Olivia out of her workaholic shell would have to wait. All that mattered was reliving the encounter that had stuck with him all these years, and that he’d never told anyone about.
Long curving lines of surf hissed against the sand, leaving foamy traces of white. Up ahead, a bunch of kids were fooling around with a kite shaped like a dragon. He hoped they were able t
