Cali “Cecilia” Lai and Nym moved to Haven Island, North Carolina, about a year ago, not by choice. It was by proxy of her twin brothers' doing. She finds herself living under a veil of lies, looking over her shoulder, and wanting to believe her brother. Especially when he says it will only be a little while longer before he can get her out of her current situation. Her faith in him is waning since she has been there a year already. When Poppy pops over. She gets her highly trained Nym to stand down. Using the command Sit and Stay with a hard “S”. Although, all commands are done in German.
When she sees he is following her order, she opens the door. “Are you ready? I’ve got the cooler loaded.” Poppy pointed a well-manicured nail at her red wagon with oversized rubber wheels. “I am. I picked up some chicken tenders and made some brownies.” “Oh, my word. Hello, doggie. Can I pet her? She’s a German shepherd, right?” Nym sat at attention, lips down, no growl. He wouldn’t attack unless commanded. “He’s safe.” “What’s her name? Or did you say he?” “Nym. He’s a boy.” “Such a gorgeous doggie. Where’d you get him?” “My brother gave him to me.”
I shuffled toward the front door. “Gabe has been talking about getting a dog. Is he good about keeping pace with you when you run?” “The best.” Even for a day at the beach, she's going to have to be on guard. It will be half-truths or a full-on lie. It just might be an omission with a quick diversion to head the conversation in a different direction. The first is telling Poppy to hold up while she locks her door. Knowing she’s about the only one on the island who locks their door. Each month, on the night of the full moon, residents and vacationers gathered on East Beach for dinner in the sand.
I’d watched for the last two months from my deck. Yesterday, when Poppy cornered me in the market, I was too tired and slow to think of an excuse. Before us, a crowd of people congregated on the beach for Howl at the Moon. Poppy frantically waved her arm in the air. Her fiancé, Gabe, smiled. Standing with him were Luna, Tate, and Jasmine, a family I knew well. My edginess eased. I wouldn’t count Luna or Tate as personal friends, but I’d been tutoring their adopted daughter Jasmine for well over a year, and we’d grown close. When Poppy let go of the handle and the wheels of the wagon holding the ice chest began to sink.
That was when a tall, attractive, bearded man approached, to help her pull it. “You didn’t. I’m sorry, it’s just, do you know these guys? I can’t let you walk away with the food unless I get confirmation of identity,” she joked. She didn’t recognize him at all. “Sorry. I thought you knew me. I’ve seen you around the island so often.” “You have?” “Wow. Way to maim a man’s ego. I’m Logan.” “And yes, I’m friends with these guys. I’m glad you finally made it out for a good old-fashioned Howl at the Moon.” What she doesn't know yet is that he is the sheriff in town. And makes her brother extremely paranoid. And tries to forbid her from dating him.
Welcome to their meet-cute. This story has so many twists and turns. Ups and downs and made her believe there were true dangers or at least Erik made her believe there were. She missed so much with her mom because of Erik.