Chapter Four Hundred and Fourty Two

He was Twenty five and she was twenty one.

He was going on some errand for his grandfather or something —he couldn't remember what it was. Because the moment he saw her walk down the beach toward the dock he had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing.

He was hidden in a group of trees. Oh yes —he remembered now —he was cutting wood from a tree that had fallen when he heard the hinges squeak and a screen door slam. He cast a quick glance toward the house where a girl in bright blue bikini came down the front porch steps and crossed the lawn.

He leaned a shoulder against a tree and just watched her. She had a great body. He had thought.

Then he recognized her face. He couldn't believe it. It was Katherine Kavell—kitty Kat.

He stared at her, his mouth open.

Gone was the awkward teen who wore too much make up and followed him everywhere and annoyed the crap out of him. She was taller now. And her shape — that blew him away.