I remember the first time I ever saw Detective Inspector Noah George.
We were seven, stupid, and he threw sand in my eye. I'm pretty sure that's when I fell in love with him. 𝘏𝘦𝘺—𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.
Summers in Fox Point, my grandfather's seaside hometown, were all we had together. Then we turned eighteen, life happened, and he never spoke to me again.
Until my grandfather's death calls me back to the small town, only for his lawyer to tell me he's left me my family's dilapidated bed and breakfast that was home to many things—my first sleepover party, where my grandma taught me to cross-stitch, my first kiss with Noah...
And apparently, my first dead body.
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𝗠𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗢'𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝘁.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼'𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱.
𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.