On the outside, he might be pricklier than a puffer fish, but I catch glimpses of a delicious, cinnamon roll center.ĭid I mention the tattoos he hides underneath those crisp button-down shirts? Yowza. Especially when new dreams include a future with Jake. This isn’t the life I dreamed of, but dreams can change. It doesn’t help that the night Jake and I met, I got a little tipsy, and he had to carry me back to my hotel.īut the longer I stay on Oakley Island, the more I feel a connection to my childhood and to my grandmother. Turning Gran’s beach house into a bed and breakfast-a process that would be a lot easier if I didn’t have to deal with the grumpy lawyer living next door. Instead, I’m renovating my late grandmother’s home and posting about the process on Instagram. Just kidding-I’ll take the pelican any day.Īfter graduation, I thought I’d be off to grad school, doing research on my favorite poet. I’m not sure which is worse-the lawyer handling my grandmother’s estate or the attack pelican living on the screened-in porch.
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