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Chapter One
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M oving is a bitch.
Jessica thought. She hated it. H-A-T-E-D it! She hadn’t heard from her father, James Rigg, in twenty years. Until a week ago, when a crisply dressed attorney showed up on her doorstep with a white envelope gripped in his hand. Her father had been a raging alcoholic who abandoned her and her mother on the smoggy west side of Cincinnati at six years old.
The damn bastard didn’t even send as much as a lazy birthday card or a single half-hearted letter.
Low and behold, her deadbeat dad found time between beers to draft up a will—and she was in it !
And Jessica freaked out when she found out her father left her a summer home in a small seaside town called Bayside. She’d already been two months behind on her rent working at a thankless job at a local diner—Spooner’s. Like hell, Jessica knew she only had a few more weeks until her seedy Land lord, Big John, would kick her out on her chunky ass. And Jessie would be standing on the side of the road evicted with no place else to go.
Her life burned from both ends, and she needed an escape. Maybe moving to a quiet beach town wouldn’t be so bad? Even though Jessie didn’t like the sun in her face or sand between her toes...
She’d run out of options. Fate has a strange way of pulling the strings in our lives, so it seems... and her strings got yanked hard . So, she up and moved.
But, Jessica Rigg couldn’t move to Bayside all by her lonesome. Not without dragging her best friend Maisie Jones at her side.
The crash of ocean waves echoed behind them. As their car pulled up to an old house near the shore. Jessie’s eyes looked down at the crumpled piece of paper with the address written on it.
She sighed. “This is it.”
“ Damn , this place is a real dump...” Maisie blurted and then stared back at me.
Jessie’s eyes slowly rose up scanning the rickety front porch and the sea salt-eaten wood. Her dad’s old summer home held together like a flimsy house of cards.
“You sure you wanna leave Cincinnati for this ?” Maisie asked pulling her shades from out of her hair and placing them on her small yet wrinkled nose.
“I got no place else to go back to,” Jessie shrugged gathering the lose strands of her red hair and balling it up to a messy topknot. She then picked up her ratty old suit cases with all of her stuff and dragged it through the sand and on to the porch. Her heavy clunky walk broke the first step on the porch.
“ Christ ...” Jessie hissed underneath her breath. Just another stupid thing to fix.
It’s not like she need yet another reminder of my “size.”
Mostly, she accepted her weight even though the whole world just ignored her—made her invisible.
“It’s obvious that this place is a real fixer-upper. You need to find some guy friends—like quick,” Maisie told her. She rolled her eyes.
“C’mon we can do this. Besides, I don’t know anyone here,” Jessie replied, grimacing as sand poked the soles of her feet. Jessie hated everything about the beach. Her body always burned beet red and her belly poked out of her bikini. The last thing she wanted was for any guy to see all her rolls spilling out of her polka-dot swimsuit.
Maisie plopped down on the porch and pulled out a cigarette as Jessica walked inside. The musty smell of the old furniture made Jessica’s nose twitch. Then she saw a ladder leading up to the roof.
Carefully, she climbed up each rung not knowing whether or not she’d fall flat on her face. When she finally made it to the top, she skipped across the sandstone colored shingles. Her mouth hung shocked as she gazed at the breathtaking view. Nothing but blue skies, coconut palm trees, golden sand and waves of endless water. How could my father keep such beautiful place a secret? The old summer house sat right on the beach, and Jessica looked down at sea-shells half-buried in the sand. It’s like all of her problems suddenly
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M oving is a bitch.
Jessica thought. She hated it. H-A-T-E-D it! She hadn’t heard from her father, James Rigg, in twenty years. Until a week ago, when a crisply dressed attorney showed up on her doorstep with a white envelope gripped in his hand. Her father had been a raging alcoholic who abandoned her and her mother on the smoggy west side of Cincinnati at six years old.
The damn bastard didn’t even send as much as a lazy birthday card or a single half-hearted letter.
Low and behold, her deadbeat dad found time between beers to draft up a will—and she was in it !
And Jessica freaked out when she found out her father left her a summer home in a small seaside town called Bayside. She’d already been two months behind on her rent working at a thankless job at a local diner—Spooner’s. Like hell, Jessica knew she only had a few more weeks until her seedy Land lord, Big John, would kick her out on her chunky ass. And Jessie would be standing on the side of the road evicted with no place else to go.
Her life burned from both ends, and she needed an escape. Maybe moving to a quiet beach town wouldn’t be so bad? Even though Jessie didn’t like the sun in her face or sand between her toes...
She’d run out of options. Fate has a strange way of pulling the strings in our lives, so it seems... and her strings got yanked hard . So, she up and moved.
But, Jessica Rigg couldn’t move to Bayside all by her lonesome. Not without dragging her best friend Maisie Jones at her side.
The crash of ocean waves echoed behind them. As their car pulled up to an old house near the shore. Jessie’s eyes looked down at the crumpled piece of paper with the address written on it.
She sighed. “This is it.”
“ Damn , this place is a real dump...” Maisie blurted and then stared back at me.
Jessie’s eyes slowly rose up scanning the rickety front porch and the sea salt-eaten wood. Her dad’s old summer home held together like a flimsy house of cards.
“You sure you wanna leave Cincinnati for this ?” Maisie asked pulling her shades from out of her hair and placing them on her small yet wrinkled nose.
“I got no place else to go back to,” Jessie shrugged gathering the lose strands of her red hair and balling it up to a messy topknot. She then picked up her ratty old suit cases with all of her stuff and dragged it through the sand and on to the porch. Her heavy clunky walk broke the first step on the porch.
“ Christ ...” Jessie hissed underneath her breath. Just another stupid thing to fix.
It’s not like she need yet another reminder of my “size.”
Mostly, she accepted her weight even though the whole world just ignored her—made her invisible.
“It’s obvious that this place is a real fixer-upper. You need to find some guy friends—like quick,” Maisie told her. She rolled her eyes.
“C’mon we can do this. Besides, I don’t know anyone here,” Jessie replied, grimacing as sand poked the soles of her feet. Jessie hated everything about the beach. Her body always burned beet red and her belly poked out of her bikini. The last thing she wanted was for any guy to see all her rolls spilling out of her polka-dot swimsuit.
Maisie plopped down on the porch and pulled out a cigarette as Jessica walked inside. The musty smell of the old furniture made Jessica’s nose twitch. Then she saw a ladder leading up to the roof.
Carefully, she climbed up each rung not knowing whether or not she’d fall flat on her face. When she finally made it to the top, she skipped across the sandstone colored shingles. Her mouth hung shocked as she gazed at the breathtaking view. Nothing but blue skies, coconut palm trees, golden sand and waves of endless water. How could my father keep such beautiful place a secret? The old summer house sat right on the beach, and Jessica looked down at sea-shells half-buried in the sand. It’s like all of her problems suddenly
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