Misty spray drove into her face, fine yet drenching. Last night’s storm had passed, and she felt weak sunshine on her face. Close to the house, it felt warm and she’d laughed when Roslyn insisted on bundling her up. After all, it was summer, and when they’d hugged her hello, she’d realized Deck and Kyle were wearing shorts and tee-shirts, Kyle’s short-sleeved. But once Deck and Kyle led her over the dunes down to the beach, the wind whipped chill off the crashing ocean. It felt good. It felt primal and somehow sexy, whipping her hair around, touching her skin even through layers of clothing, connecting her to the power of the water. But it was decidedly cool. Deck said, “Take off your sneakers and socks. It’ll help you ground.” Meaghan managed to toe one sneaker off and then stood on one leg like a flamingo, trying to keep her balance as she pulled the sock off. She wanted them to stay as dry as possible.
