Emily flopped down on a barstool and stared out at the beach, and said testily, “Our big chance to ‘patrol’ the beach and it’s raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock.” Myles rolled his eyes and sat next to her. He ordered a soda for himself and iced tea for her. They moodily sipped their drinks, watching people pass quickly, huddled under umbrellas. Emily huffed out a sigh and turned back to face the bar. “Don’t worry,” the bartender said, winking at her, “It always rains like this in the... read more
