The text came in just after lunch. Marla: “Can’t make it tonight, Kat. Flight delayed. Chicago’s a mess. Raincheck. Make it worth the wait.” Katherine stared at the message, lips pursed, phone resting against her wine glass. Her robe slipped slightly off her shoulder, forgotten. All week, she’d been preparing Tommy — watching him, pushing
Mature Monday
Lonnie was running hard on the beach, sweating bullets. It was late on the Saturday morning of Memorial Day weekend, and the sun was hot and the sky was high. Humid as hell, too. He was about halfway through his fourth mile, and in a few minutes he would be leaving the beach and getting