He’d met Natalie on the anniversary of his parents’ death when she arrived at a volleyball sand court near the Boardwalk with some girlfriends. She didn’t play well. But Baxter taught her how to serve or at least how to get it over the net. Petite and beautiful with long, black hair, they went out to dinner that same night. By the following month, she’d rearranged his furniture and commandeered seven-eighths of his closet. He spent a year completely alone in the world before Natalie. With her, grief finally loosened its chokehold. After all they’d been through together, she still had to have feelings for him.
Baxter saw a body walk toward the door. Large. Male.
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