—KAHLIL GIBRAN The house Olivia had rented was far too big for one man, one woman, and a poodle. She hadn’t selected it for its spaciousness or because it had been recently renovated, but because it was located at the end of a private road and featured expansive wraparound decks overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Rawlings pulled his overloaded golf cart to a stop by the side door. Turning to Olivia, he whistled. “Is this Jay Gatsby’s beach bungalow?” Olivia parked her cart behind Rawlings’s and told Haviland to jump down. “It’s called Lifesaver, actually.” She pointed at a plaque affixed to the left of the front door. “The rental agent said that all the houses on the island have names.” Rawlings frowned. “‘Lifesaver’ doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. I’m envisioning people strapping on floatation devices while a storm surge rushes up the beach and floods the ground floor.” Laughing, Olivia gathered up the grocery bags.
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