A brisk breeze whipped Jessis hair as she walked along the beach. The day was cool and overcast, so the beach was virtually deserted. She stopped to capture her red locks into a ponytail and pulled her jacket more tightly around herself. Buddy, tail wagging high, scuttled along the shoreline sniffing at various things the surf washed in.
It had been three months since shed broken things off with Judd. For three months, shed tried to convince herself that shed done the right thing. The age difference between them was too great, he lived a different kind of life than she did, she was comfortable with her own life. But she recognized a lie when she told it to herself.