Sometime the Good Guys...

Chapter 2 – Sometimes the Good Guys…

The warm sea breeze caresses my skin like an old lover and the sun warms me under its intense gaze. I’m not usually one to wax poetic about things, but God how I’ve missed the beach. We’ve not even been here a week and the beach still feels all shiny and new. Sure, New York has lots. Lots of great stuff, in fact. Their beaches aren’t part of the great. Not by a long shot.

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Sometime the Good Guys...

Chapter 2 – Sometimes the Good Guys…

The warm sea breeze caresses my skin like an old lover and the sun warms me under its intense gaze. I’m not usually one to wax poetic about things, but God how I’ve missed the beach. We’ve not even been here a week and the beach still feels all shiny and new. Sure, New York has lots. Lots of great stuff, in fact. Their beaches aren’t part of the great. Not by a long shot.

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...They Don't Wear White

Chapter 3 - …They Don’t Wear White

I swear if I have to listen to this twerp anymore I’m going to toss him out on his ass. He wakes me up. Wakes Will up. I was cocooned in soft redhead and he comes knocking at nine a.m. to apologize for the dead body. Like he did it. Like he could have prevented it. And sure it’s sweet that he wants to move us and comp the stay…well comp the stay would be good, but move us? For what?

I roll my eyes and put my hand on his shoulder stopping his nervous babbling. “…Ms. Summers I don’t wan…”

“Mr. uhm…” I know he told me his name…

“Cruzado” he supplies kindly.

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...They Don't Wear White

Chapter 3 - …They Don’t Wear White

I swear if I have to listen to this twerp anymore I’m going to toss him out on his ass. He wakes me up. Wakes Will up. I was cocooned in soft redhead and he comes knocking at nine a.m. to apologize for the dead body. Like he did it. Like he could have prevented it. And sure it’s sweet that he wants to move us and comp the stay…well comp the stay would be good, but move us? For what?

I roll my eyes and put my hand on his shoulder stopping his nervous babbling. “…Ms. Summers I don’t wan…”

“Mr. uhm…” I know he told me his name…

“Cruzado” he supplies kindly.

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