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the water undulating beneath her. The waves were smaller
than she was used to in California, which is where she had gone to
college, but she loved every moment. Thirty minutes later, she
forced herself to get out of the water.
    After she’d put away her boards on her back
porch and pulled her clothes back on, she regarded her Jeep and
trailer. “It won’t unload itself,” she muttered. For the next
couple hours, she hauled boxes up and down the stairs and into the
back bedroom with the ocean view.
    When that was done, she pulled out her
cleaning supplies and started working her way around the musty
bedroom. Opening the closet, she sprayed for bugs and worked on
sweeping down the cobwebs. She even soaked a rag in glass cleaner
and scrubbed the window before she started on the small bathroom
attached to the bedroom. It had a beautiful old claw-foot bathtub
and porcelain vanity sink with a medicine cabinet above it.
Thankfully, the commode had been updated. She tested the water from
the sink, relieved to see it had been turned on for her. As she
worked, she kept a list of all the things she needed to pick up in
town.
    When the rooms were as clean as possibly,
she started unpacking. Her wardrobe consisted primarily of shorts
and tank tops. There wasn’t any furniture in the bedroom for her
clothes, so she hung them up in a narrow closet and lined the floor
with her shoes.
    The remaining boxes were easy to unpack. She
filled the bathroom with her toiletries and cute, pink towels. She
hung her silk robe on the back of the door before she turned and
looked at the bedroom’s floor, which was covered with the stuff she
needed on a day to day basis. More boxes were stacked against the
empty side wall next to the bathroom. A pile of bed sheets lay on a
little side table she’d brought with her.
    Settling herself on the floor, Kyra picked
up her laptop and turned on the wireless from her phone. Working
from her phone and computer, she caught up on her social media
sites, posting the pictures she’d taken throughout the day. She
watched the latest video she’d finished editing one last time
before she posted it. She posted videos twice weekly, and Kyra
stuck to her schedule. The video she uploaded now was a fun, easy
morning stretching routine her fans had been asking for. Even
though she had a few more videos that needed editing, she closed
her laptop.
    It was time to go shopping.
    Outside town, she dropped off the U-Haul and
bought a mattress set at a large outlet mall. Back inside her Jeep
and without the burden of the large trailer, Kyra took her time as
she cruised into the town of Canaan, which, like Cade had said, was
the prettiest, quaintest seaside town she had seen. The actual town
center was mainly one long stretch of brightly colored buildings
that advertised anything from art galleries to candle stores to
bars. There weren’t many cars on the road, but lots of people
strolled down the sidewalks in their flip-flops and sunglasses.
Even though it was a tourist island, Kyra felt as though she fit
right in.
    She parked her Jeep in front of the local
grocery store. The front of the store was one large, opened garage
door that let in the fresh, ocean air. Bins of organic fruit and
vegetables had been rolled out onto the sidewalk and emitted a
sweet fragrance in the warm sun. Kyra grabbed a basket and started
filling it up with all the foods she could eat without having to
prepare or keep refrigerated.
    The sun had sunk lower in the sky when she
checked out and put the groceries in her car. As she drove home,
she admired the darkening sky, filling with reds and oranges.
Already, the streets felt familiar, and she easily made her way
back to her new house.
    She dumped the groceries in the kitchen
before she grabbed a plum and headed back outside. Standing on her
front porch, she bit into the fruit, juice running down her chin,
and regarded the queen-sized mattress and box springs she’d
purchased.
    The salesman had given