The Lying Game
“Ahead of him, Zoey was scanning the shore for sea glass, stopping every so often to retrieve a piece and slip it into the pocket of her borrowed anorak. Even in a pair of his old jeans – ‘Jeans?’ Zoey had exclaimed in horror when Harriet had given her a list of what to pack for Maine. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever owned a pair of jeans’ – three sizes too big and clumsily gathered at the waist with one of Sam’s leather belts, she still managed to look both stylish and unique.
He quickened his pac...e and caught up with her. ‘Find anything interesting?’ ‘Oh, some of these shells are so pretty!’ Zoey exclaimed, the wind whipping her hair round her face as she turned. ‘I’ve even found a couple of fossils. I thought I’d make this one into a necklace or something for Florence. See how there’s already a hole in just the right place?’ ‘She’ll love it.’ Zoey smiled and ducked her head, her untidy blonde hair falling over her face, a gesture so very much like Florence that his breath hitched in his throat.MoreLess
He quickened his pac...e and caught up with her. ‘Find anything interesting?’ ‘Oh, some of these shells are so pretty!’ Zoey exclaimed, the wind whipping her hair round her face as she turned. ‘I’ve even found a couple of fossils. I thought I’d make this one into a necklace or something for Florence. See how there’s already a hole in just the right place?’ ‘She’ll love it.’ Zoey smiled and ducked her head, her untidy blonde hair falling over her face, a gesture so very much like Florence that his breath hitched in his throat.MoreLess
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