The porch was grainy from the sandy wind; the deep gray paint was chipped and worn. Mac stood on the beach as Nigel tore the boards off the windows and doors. Garret pulled up in his ford, Lily was right behind him, a man was in the passenger seat. Mac noticed how Bug stiffened.

"Look who's finally here." He commented with distain, Jordan ignored him, Mac ignored him, Nigel smiled but said nothing as the final board came crashing down on the wrap around porch. Lily was all smiles as she came waltzing up.

"Hi everybody this is my single lawyer friend, his name is Josh Blackstone…" Jordan and Mac shared a glance, they knew what she was up too. Jordan wasn't over it, it had been five years and people thought she should get over it, he was dead, to move on.

"How you doing mate, Nigel Townsend." Nigel said briskly, holding out his hand for the tall, broad, brunette to shake.

"This is Jordan." Lily said quickly, "She's the one who started 'the weekend." Garret sniffed uncomfortably at Lily, trying to get her attention. She gushed on, not noticing the mixed look of annoyance and sadness on Jordan's dark face. Suddenly Lily looked up with dawning horror as she saw the look of pure shock. "Oh… My… God… you didn't tell her!" she snapped at Nigel who slumped with shame.

"Sorry Love… the right opportunity never arose." Jordan glared at Nigel and opened the door with anger, slamming it shut.

"Forgive her." Garret said softly to Josh who shrugged "She's never let go."

Mac suddenly felt enraged at her "Uncle Garret" she stormed up the steps and turned to him.

"Can you blame her?" she hissed and followed Jordan inside. "Aunt Jordan, I'm sorry they did this."

"Did you know about this?" Jordan screeched as she piled her luggage on her bed.

"Of Course Not!"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Josh appeared in the doorway. "Hi…um listen." Mac slipped quietly out of the room, but remained at the door, listening intently. "I had no idea you knew nothing of my coming… I'm fully prepared to leave right now."

Jordan gave a strained smile "Look you're here now, you might as well stay, we have a sand castle contest and karaoke… a full formal dinner, it's a lot of fun." He smiled, disarming Jordan for a moment.

He nodded; Jordan suddenly felt a rush of uneasiness. "Listen you better go get yourself a room, Nigel will take the best room." She whispered confidingly, he turned and walked out, almost bumping into Mac on the way.

"Talk about crazy." She joked as she entered the room, Jordan stood, looking out at the sun that was bleeding into the ocean, turning the waves scarlet and bubble gum pink.

"I think I'll take a walk." Jordan stammered, standing and stumbling down the stairs and out the French doors that led to the deck then the beach. Leaving Mac to stand in a silent awe at the way her aunt held herself up.

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Darkness descended on the bay, the moonlight left a trail of silver on the black-mirror like water. Jordan sat in the sand, digging her toes into the limestone colored sand and olive green beach grass. How could they do that? Just bring some stranger to the weekend? It was her tribute to Woody and Lily brought John? Jacob? Josh… that was it Josh. She had to admit he was stunning, but his chestnut eyes couldn't hold a candle to Woody's sleepy blue eyes.

"Hey… don't you love the cape in winter?" NO! it can't be happening again. Jordan thought as a figure sat down next to her, he was dead he couldn't be real, he died, he was dead.

"Woody?" she asked in a low voice

"What?" he said softly, caressing her cheek lightly

"It's been a while." She whispered

"Jordan Dinner!" Cal called from the porch, her head shot up in surprise, when she looked back, Woody was gone… not so much as a footprint in the sand.

"No" she whispered, as the wind rushed past her, "come back."