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Everyone will love it,” I answered,
genuinely happy for her.
    “I’m certainly
impressed,” said a voice behind us. Macy and I turned around to see William
standing in the sand and admiring the view. He was wearing his staple ripped
jeans, flip-flops, and worn polo shirt. According to Macy, he’d recently taken
over his father’s successful film production company in Los Angeles, but you’d
never guess it looking at him.
    “Oh, hi William. Thanks,
do you really like it?” Macy asked.
    “I wouldn’t say it
if I didn’t mean it,” William answered. “Man, it’s getting cold already, Macy. I
sure hope you’re starting up that bonfire soon,” he said, stuffing his hands in
his pockets. William was right—the sun cast an orange glow at the edge of
the horizon and a distinct chill had rolled in with the wind over the ocean
waves.
    “Absolutely, I’m
freezing too,” responded Macy, as they bounded off toward the bonfire, waving
at me to follow. I took a deep breath of the fresh ocean air and hurried after
them, ready to bask in the glow of the bonfire and escape from the thoughts
still bouncing around in my head from last night.
    Another man was
standing at the unlit bonfire, hands in his pockets and a fleece pullover
zipped up to cover his neck. He turned when William and Macy arrived and gave
Macy a big hug. He was handsome in a boy-next-door way, and looked nearly
identical to William, with the same sand-colored hair, lean surfer’s body, and
crooked smile. I caught up a few minutes later.
    “Jo, have you met
Colin?” Macy asked, turning to me as I came up to stand beside her. I shook my
head no. “Well, Jo, this is Colin Blackstone, William’s younger brother. Colin,
this is Jo Sinclair, my closest friend here in Cannon Beach, and she’s
single—just like you—you two should chat!” Macy beamed, patted us both
on the back, and bounced off to find someone to light the fire.
    I blushed,
embarrassed at Macy’s forwardness on my behalf. I held out my hand. “Hi, I’m
Jo. I’m sorry about Macy, she can’t help herself sometimes.” Colin took my hand
in his, and shook it clumsily.
    “I don’t think she
ever can help herself, actually,” Colin answered. He shrugged and smiled a
sheepish grin. “Now that this is incredibly awkward, how about we go get
something to eat and a beer?”
    I smiled. “That
sounds great, thanks.” As Colin and I headed over to the food and drinks, I
asked him about his family. “So how did your family and Macy’s family meet?”
    “Oh, um, my
father’s family had a beach house here for years. He spent every summer here
when he was a kid and I guess he was friends with Mrs. Daugherty back then.” He
shrugged as he popped a shrimp into his mouth.
    “So did you spend
summers here too?” I asked, helping myself to the food as well.
    “Oh, no. I grew up
in Los Angeles. My dad went to USC for college and met my mom there. After they
got married, they stayed in Los Angeles and my dad opened up the production
studio. I didn’t even know about Cannon Beach until my dad died.”
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” I
said, forgetting William’s father had passed away.
    “My dad had
cancer,” he said, “but I’m sure you know that. It was long, and drawn out, and
we knew it was a matter of time.” He ran his hand through his hair and looked
at me. “But I don’t think I answered your question. What was it again?”
    “Oh … I think I
had asked how you know Macy,” I said, trying to remember how we got off topic.
    “Right. Apparently
my mom and Macy’s mom became friends when my mom moved here and that’s how
William and Macy met,” Colin took a gulp of beer and looked around. “Why my mom
ever wanted to move up here I will never know. She came up here when my parents
were in college and loved it so she moved here after my dad died. But I agree
with my father—he’s the one who never wanted to come back, and if I were
him, I would have felt the same way.” He