Beach Season by Jackson Lisa & Lamb Cathy & Chamberlin Holly

Beach Season by Jackson Lisa & Lamb Cathy & Chamberlin Holly

Author:Jackson, Lisa & Lamb, Cathy & Chamberlin, Holly [Jackson, Lisa & Lamb, Cathy & Chamberlin, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Anthologies, Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780758278876
Goodreads: 16304180
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2012-01-01T08:00:00+00:00


Inside the small, tidy room there wasn’t much unpacking to be done since she was only staying one night, but she placed her travel case on the vanity by the sink and washed up. How heavenly it felt to press her face into a warm washcloth, steaming away the grime and sweat, the tension and lingering fear. Although the accident wasn’t caused by Canby, she knew she couldn’t let her guard down, but it was a relief to think that his men weren’t onto her disappearance from New York just yet.

Once she was cleaned up, she pulled down the covers and closed the curtains. She needed rest—maybe just a nap. She tucked her feet under the sheets and let her head sink into the pillows. The bed was comfortable, the right combination of firm and cushy. She turned to her right, then her left, and she found her eyes following the glow of sunlight peeking in at the edge of the curtains.

The beach was just across the street, and it was still broad daylight. Why was she in bed?

She’d been so tired after the accident—utterly exhausted—but now, with sunlight nipping at her and the ocean calling, sleep wasn’t going to come.

She switched her sandals to flip-flops, plunked on her floppy sun hat, and headed out. Two or three blocks, straight ahead, Kailani had said.

As she waited to cross Highway 12, she admired a nearby one-story house with arched windows and a white picket fence. There was a gravel parking lot and a charming sign out front that said it was Blue Water Realty.

A local realtor.

She was tempted to stop in, just out of curiosity, to see what some of these beach cottages went for, but she wouldn’t be able to identify herself as a New York realtor. Besides, she reminded herself that the less contact she had with people, the better.

The side street on the beach side was chockful of cottages. Large and small buildings with wooden balconies, some with hot tubs. The larger cottages were surrounded by privacy fences, and as Jane passed, the unmistakable hum of a filter let her know they had their own swimming pools.

As she reached the end of the street, the path to the beach turned into a short boardwalk over the dunes. The two houses bordering the path were wedding cake mansions—huge, four-story buildings rimmed with balconies and sparkling with floor-to-ceiling windows. The massive buildings were on stilts, with room to park ten cars or more in the shade underneath.

Wow. As a high-end realtor, she’d seen some amazing structures, but these were grand cottages.

As she rose over the dunes and took in the expanse of blue ocean, thoughts of real estate faded. With its white sand and gently cresting waves, this was a beautiful stretch of beach.

“Better than the Hamptons,” she said, thinking of her colleagues who bragged about summering in the pricey beach towns on Long Island. This beach was a true gem.

She kicked off her flip-flops and sighed as her feet sank into the warm sand.



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