Easy-Peasy

Xander

I smiled. “It’s more about my like of privacy and quiet.”

“Your stairs go directly down to the beach?” she asked.

“Yes, they do. It’s steep, and it can be a hell of a workout, but it is well worth it. One of these days, I might buy a house that is right on the beach.”

“I’ve always dreamed about living on the beach,” she commented as she took a seat on one of the overstuffed white couches. “Not this beach because it is always so packed but maybe a little more up north. Better yet, a deserted island.”

“Now, you are talking,” I said with a laugh.

“Do you have people that try and sneak up here?”

“Not a lot. There is a locked gate below, but you know drunk kids.”

“You need an island,” she said with a nod.

It did sound appealing. “I might just look into that.”

“Then you wouldn’t have to worry about sharing your beach with anyone else,” she reasoned.

“It does get packed during the summer, but during the fall and winter, it’s pretty quiet down there. I like to go down and just spend th