I read my book as children screamed and played in the surf. Some teenagers were building a sandcastle that looked like a work of art. I stood around watching for a while, glad I’d brought my hat. The sun was intense. The sand took on the shape of a lovely mermaid with a face quite similar to the twin girls working on it. I sighed, wishing my sister was around to play in the sand with me. I would like to have her opinion of Price, but in reality, she would have probably already taken him to her bed....