Chapter 33

“I know, honey,” he says, giving her a smile in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to spend the weekend at the beach.”

Her eyes pop open wide enough for him to see the whites ring completely around the irises. Because of the navy sundress she’s wearing, her eyes look dark blue at the moment, making the look she gives him even more comical. “The beach?” she cries, incredulous. Then she claps her hands and laughs. “The beach! Yes!”

“There’s an art show on the boardwalk,” Gavin tells her, but she’s no longer listening. She’s singing again, louder this time, something upbeat and happy. He lets her go and concentrates on driving.