I’ve been on the beach all morning, and no Scott sightings. I think briefly about my dream the night before but literally shake it from my thoughts. It was just a stupid dream. So weird that Scott was in it … Anyhow, it’s not like I’ve been lying around all morning on the beach waiting for him. In fact, I’ve been in the middle of a good book, and I was relieved nobody bothered me while I finished it.But I’m finished now.Brian and Olivia are snoozing in the beach chairs next to mine, their fingers loosely interlocked. I put my book on my chair and head toward the surf.It’s so ridiculous that my heart is pounding. All I’m doing is taking a walk on the beach!“Just taking a walk on the beach,” I actually say to myself out loud. No pep talks necessary, no explanations or justifications, no need for analysis … just taking a walk on the beach.I kick beads of water as a wave skitters under my feet, then head east. I tug at my bikini bottom, force myself to stop (this is how it’s supposed to fit, moron), and swing my arms as I step into a loping stride.
