She saw that clearly, and for a moment she was almost frightened, as if she had glimpsed something forbidden, something beyond her comprehension. His own eyes were as dark as the sea in a storm. The boy called the dog to his side and Cassie thought again it isn’t fair. Cassie felt herself turn red, and she tore her eyes away from the guy’s face. His face was odd not conventionally handsome, but arresting and intriguing, with high cheekbones and a determined mouth. His eyes were blue-gray like the sea at its most mysterious. Petting the dog she couldn’t help but glance up at the owner. She knew it was nasty and cruel and she was ashamed of being a part of it. Without thought, Cassie obeyed but she couldn’t help wanting to rebel. One by one Cassie watched the girls on the beach as they looked away from the guy with disgust plain on their faces. We don’t even look at them,” Portia said. “We never talk to guys from the fishing boats. He had dark red hair, and he was tall, and even at this distance she could see that he was smiling.” There was a dog at his heels. How utterly scuzzy and vomitous.” He didn’t look all that scuzzy to Cassie. I don’t even think he’s changed his clothes. “I saw him this morning on the fish pier, unloading. “They shouldn’t let people like that on the beach, He works on a fishing boat,” Portia said, her nostrils flared as if she smelled something bad. She had no idea she was about to come face to face with her destiny. She was counting the days one painful second at a time until she could get back home to her real friends.

Cassie Blake sat quietly on a beach in Cape Cod listening to the eternally full of herself Portia Bainbridge go on and on-as usual about her and her older brothers many accomplishments.

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