CHAPTER 2
Kris Munroe unpacked her bags. She'd just got back from a sojourn at Charlie's Paris office. It had been as nice as the Hawaii trips. It had been good to see her sister Jill again too. But, it was nice to be home. As she looked around the room, her gaze fell on the surfboard next to her own. The one she'd given Seamus Harper, that: odd, cute, sweet and utterly mysterious man who had fallen into her life for an all too brief period.
She hadn't thought of him for a long time--he was out of her life for good--she was sure but...she'd never been able to forget him, although she had tried. "So pointless to think about him", she chastised herself. "He was a guy who needed help. You helped him, nothing more." Then the phone rang. "Hey, Kelly. Yeah, I just got home. You too? Good. Paris was great. I enjoyed it a lot but, it's good to be home. I'm glad Charlie is giving us a few days off. I'm going to relax for those days, probably do some surfing and swimming. Yes, I'm a California ocean girl through and through. O.K. See you later. Bye."
She hung up the phone and went out to her porch and looked at the ocean. The beach was so inviting. She found herself wishing that Seamus.... Kris shook her head. Better stop thinking that. It was useless and wishful thinking didn't help. She went back inside to finish unpacking and get ready to go down to the beach.
