Coming to Hermosa Beach was meant to be my escape, a breather after the storm of my divorce. I was here to relish the Memorial Day festivities, not traipse down memory lane.

But then I saw him — the boy I once babysat.

Except, he wasn't a boy anymore.

And those looks he gave me? They hinted at the promise that this just might not end up being a boring vacation.

Sure, there's an age gap between us, but with chemistry this electric, does it even matter?