With Nathaniel still sleeping in the crib, she quietly got up and made coffee in the coffeemaker the motel provided. As she waited for the brew to finish, she washed and dressed. Minutes later, with a cup of coffee in hand, she peered out the window and tried to decide how to spend the day. The sun was already peeking over the horizon, promising another warm, cloudless day, but lazing on the beach held little appeal. She and Nathaniel had spent the whole day yesterday at the beach, playing in the sand, building castles and frolicking at the water’s edge. The fresh air and sunshine had exhausted them both and they’d come back to their room, cleaned up and gone to bed early. Maybe sight-seeing, she thought and took a sip of her coffee. Although the small town of Mason Bridge didn’t particularly cater to tourists, she’d seen several shops that had looked interesting and demanded further exploration. Jack. His image filled her head and a tiny surge of regret swept through her as she thought of the way they had parted.
