Then, another ping from her phone.
JANE
But you should still go! It’s all paid for! And you need a vacation. Please?
Lizzy let the text hang there for a moment. Then she let out a long breath and typed back:
LIZZY
You suck.
And then, a moment later:
LIZZY
Send me the info.
CHAPTER 23
Lizzy watched the ocean waves crash on the shore from her small balcony at the Ocean Surf Inn as she zipped up her wetsuit. The motel wasn’t anything fancy, but it felt cozy and was in a prime location along Montauk’s Ditch Plains Beach. Plus, the oceanfront views from her room were spectacular.
When Lizzy was nine, her Aunt Jean and Uncle Larry had come to visit from Syracuse and told their nieces a rumor that this strip of coastline was the best place on the whole eastern seaboard to go hunting for shells. They brought all five girls here for a weekend to confirm it, renting two rooms at the Ocean Surf Inn and helping them collect sand dollars, textured scallops, whelk spirals—all in perfect form.
Lizzy smiled at the memory, then snapped a picture of the Ocean Surf Inn sign and sent it to her sisters.
THE BUTTER FACES
LIZZY
They still have the same sign.
KITTY
Oh, I love that!
JANE
Have fun—maybe you’ll meet a hot surfer!
LYDIA
You both need to pull back on the romance novel meet-cutes.
JANE
Never!
LYDIA
Whatever. Lizzy, be back for Tristan’s party in NYC next Saturday!
LIZZY
Hard pass. Don’t go to that, Lydia.
LYDIA
Too late. Already have THE BEST outfit.
