There was nothing better than the beach in good weather. The beach in Tahiti was even better. The e-mailed invitation to the week away had come as a surprise, given the source, but it was too good to pass up.
Summer lay on the sand near the surf. When the waves rolled up onto the beach, they splashed over her feet and just dampened the bottom edge of her sarong. Soon, she'd have to get up and move or get soaked, but for now she was enjoying the sun and a drink mixed with too many local rums and fruit juices to reliably name.
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