Gavin hadn’t been kidding about it being secluded. Pinpricks of light indicated houses in the distance, but she felt certain she could scream her head off and no one would come running. True to his word, Gavin had sent the address to her phone. Just the address. No personal words to assure her, not even a hello. So, she hadn’t responded. She didn’t plan to stay long anyway. A day or two, tops. Long enough to satisfy Faith’s drivel about signs, and her own curiosity about Gavin’s life away from the office. Then she’d text him, thank him, and send his key back. She pulled her bag from the back. The gentle melody of waves caressing the shore accompanied her as she walked to the front door. After living in New York City for so long, being out here made her feel cut off. Alone. What had she been thinking? She couldn’t even cook. Not well, anyway. Momentary panic made her chuckle.
