Beach House Nights Book One
“This was a realy good idea, Dayna. Thanks for inviting us,” her friend, Harper, said before diving in the pool.
Dayna had thought so too, when she’d sent out the mass email to just about everyone she knew. She’d assumed al the people she invited to spend with her this weekend would be enough to keep her mind off the mistake .
That was what she’d begun to cal him the last few months.
He didn’t deserve to be caled by the name his parents gave him.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” she replied after Harper resurfaced. “I’l see you guys later.”
It was dusk, her favorite time of day, when the sun seemed half-way in and half-way out of the ocean. The May sky was a perfect blend of crimson, orange, and gold, and today’s weather had been warm and sunny. The sea-salt air was clean and fresh and made her want to sit on the beach and slide her toes through the soft, warm sand.
She left the group splashing around in the pool and wandered inside the house. Between the people outside, the group inside, and those who were down at the beach, she had about twenty guests. She might have to make another grocery run before the weekend was over. The men had taken over and cooked on the gril that evening, and she’d had plenty of food, but with everyone hanging out, she might need more beer. The scent of griled hot dogs and hamburgers stil lingered in the air.
Dayna walked outside to the front porch. Warm air bathed her as she leaned against the balcony rails. She inhaled the salty air and thought about taking a walk along the beach to let the cool ocean play over her ankles and feet. Or she could go back through the house to dive into the pool. She hated feeling this way. Even though her home was ful, something was stil missing, and she knew what it was.
When she’d inherited the house from her grandmother three years ago, every party she’d ever thrown had included the mistake . He’d been a sort of co-host, but now it was just her. She despised feeling alone in her own skin, especialy with a crowd around her.
A curl of rage slid through her veins. Even after six months, she stil wanted to slip her fingers around his neck and squeeze. No, better yet, his penis. She smirked at the thought.
She turned to look at the house she’d made a home away from home with its towering glass windows and pale blue trim. Her grandmother had won the lottery ten years ago and bought the beach house on a whim. Dayna had been surprised at the purchase.
It was hard to picture her grand in something so massive, with so many rooms, living in it al by herself. But the lady had made it her own, and Dayna absolutely loved it. Every time she came to Destin, she felt her presence and wished the woman who had been a second mother to her was there for her to talk to. Having a conversation with her had always been so much easier than one with her own mother, always so critical of her and the decisions she made. Nothing was ever good enough.
When Dayna graduated from nursing school, and even got her Master’s degree, her mother told her she should have gone to medical school to be a doctor. After she’d bought her two-story house in Talahassee, her mother complained that it would be hard for her to walk up the stairs. And even though her mother was probably right about the ex not being good enough for her, at the time it had realy hurt when her mother criticized him.
If her mother knew she’d broken up with the mistake , the words I told you so would repeatedly be drummed in her ears.
Dayna twisted around when she heard gravel crunch under the tires of an oncoming car and frowned. Everyone who’d RSVP’d arrived early this morning. Her house was the last on the street, so whoever it was had to know where they were going.
She recognized the car as it got closer and gripped the railing with both hands. The sleek, black, two-seater with dark-tinted windows, chrome wheels, and dealer license plate
“This was a realy good idea, Dayna. Thanks for inviting us,” her friend, Harper, said before diving in the pool.
Dayna had thought so too, when she’d sent out the mass email to just about everyone she knew. She’d assumed al the people she invited to spend with her this weekend would be enough to keep her mind off the mistake .
That was what she’d begun to cal him the last few months.
He didn’t deserve to be caled by the name his parents gave him.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” she replied after Harper resurfaced. “I’l see you guys later.”
It was dusk, her favorite time of day, when the sun seemed half-way in and half-way out of the ocean. The May sky was a perfect blend of crimson, orange, and gold, and today’s weather had been warm and sunny. The sea-salt air was clean and fresh and made her want to sit on the beach and slide her toes through the soft, warm sand.
She left the group splashing around in the pool and wandered inside the house. Between the people outside, the group inside, and those who were down at the beach, she had about twenty guests. She might have to make another grocery run before the weekend was over. The men had taken over and cooked on the gril that evening, and she’d had plenty of food, but with everyone hanging out, she might need more beer. The scent of griled hot dogs and hamburgers stil lingered in the air.
Dayna walked outside to the front porch. Warm air bathed her as she leaned against the balcony rails. She inhaled the salty air and thought about taking a walk along the beach to let the cool ocean play over her ankles and feet. Or she could go back through the house to dive into the pool. She hated feeling this way. Even though her home was ful, something was stil missing, and she knew what it was.
When she’d inherited the house from her grandmother three years ago, every party she’d ever thrown had included the mistake . He’d been a sort of co-host, but now it was just her. She despised feeling alone in her own skin, especialy with a crowd around her.
A curl of rage slid through her veins. Even after six months, she stil wanted to slip her fingers around his neck and squeeze. No, better yet, his penis. She smirked at the thought.
She turned to look at the house she’d made a home away from home with its towering glass windows and pale blue trim. Her grandmother had won the lottery ten years ago and bought the beach house on a whim. Dayna had been surprised at the purchase.
It was hard to picture her grand in something so massive, with so many rooms, living in it al by herself. But the lady had made it her own, and Dayna absolutely loved it. Every time she came to Destin, she felt her presence and wished the woman who had been a second mother to her was there for her to talk to. Having a conversation with her had always been so much easier than one with her own mother, always so critical of her and the decisions she made. Nothing was ever good enough.
When Dayna graduated from nursing school, and even got her Master’s degree, her mother told her she should have gone to medical school to be a doctor. After she’d bought her two-story house in Talahassee, her mother complained that it would be hard for her to walk up the stairs. And even though her mother was probably right about the ex not being good enough for her, at the time it had realy hurt when her mother criticized him.
If her mother knew she’d broken up with the mistake , the words I told you so would repeatedly be drummed in her ears.
Dayna twisted around when she heard gravel crunch under the tires of an oncoming car and frowned. Everyone who’d RSVP’d arrived early this morning. Her house was the last on the street, so whoever it was had to know where they were going.
She recognized the car as it got closer and gripped the railing with both hands. The sleek, black, two-seater with dark-tinted windows, chrome wheels, and dealer license plate
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