His Son, Her Secret
When we were almost at my house, Julian suddenly said, "Hey, how about we stop by the beach? I know there's a little place there that sells coconut water. It's not a fancy restaurant, but the fresh coconut water and the view are amazing."
I looked at him, a little doubtful.
"Come on, Belva," he said, his voice softer now. "We can enjoy this night more relaxed. You need that."
I took a deep breath, then nodded. "All right. But if the coconut water is bad, I'll blame you."
He laughed. "Fair deal."
We turned toward the beach, leaving the main road and heading into a night that felt a little lighter.
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The coastal breeze is calm tonight, carrying a refreshing salty scent. Crashing waves can b
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