Chapter Two

Jozette opened the front door and stepped aside before the whirlwind that was her BFF could knock her on her ass. Again. Unfortunately, Marissa was not only strong for someone so petite. She was also as graceful as an elephant in a china shop most of the time.

“OMG, Jozette! Your parent’s new house is so big! And right on the water!”

“Come on in,” Jozette said.

She shook her head and closed the door while Marissa zipped from room to room like a fly on crack.

“OHMYGAWD! Look at that view! Super nice.”

“Hmm?” Jozi turned toward the woman who had been her best friend since she was seven.

Marissa was pointing at the view of the intracoastal behind the house. That was the waterway that ran parallel to the ocean and stretched from Manasquan to Maccon City, Caster’s Corner, and all the way down to Cape May.

It was pretty. She had to give her parents that. Even in winter. Jozette nodded as she padded across the kitchen floor to start a pot of tea.