At the age of eighteen, she'd fallen in love with Ben.Tall, blond, surfer dude Ben, with the lazy smile and the muscles to die for. At the same time he'd been a real friend: supportive, encouraging-all the things she'd never dreamed a boy could be. The passionate, exciting, first-love kisses that had surprised her for years afterwards by sneaking into her dreams.
The southern end of the bay was enclosed by old-fashioned rock sea walls to form a small, safe harbour.Was it wise to nudge it open again by even a fraction?But how could it hurt to drop in to Dolphin Bay for lunch?She put her foot back to the accelerator, too excited at the thought of seeing Dolphin Bay again to delay any further.As she cruised into the main street that ran between the rows of shops and the waterfront, excitement melted down in a cold rush of disappointment. The classic mistake of expecting things to stay the same.It was her birthday, after all, and she couldn't remember the last proper meal she'd eaten.
She might even book into Morgan's Guesthouse and stay the night. No way would she give even a second's thought to any more heartbreak.But she only allowed herself a moment to stretch out her cramped muscles and admire the rolling green hills and breathtaking blue expanse of the Pacific Ocean before she got back in the car.An hour or so later farmland had made way for bushland and the sides of the road were lined with eucalypt forest.Her shoulders ached from driving and thoughts of a break for something to eat were at the front of her mind.So she also added, ' Man who in no way resembles That-Jerk-Jason'. She felt they gave her some degree of control over a life that had gone unexpectedly pear-shaped.