Return to Eagle Cove (excerpt)
(Friday Morning)
“Almost home, sweetie.”
“Oh joy,” Jessica Baxter tried to clamp down on her sarcasm. It was a bad habit that worked fine in her social set back in Chicago, but sounded more petty with each mile they drove toward the Oregon Coast. She slumped down in the passenger seat of her mom’s baby-blue Toyota hybrid. It still had that new car smell. As much as she’d dreamed of owning a hot sports car some day, she knew that she was enough her mother’s daughter that this was probably the exact sort of eminently sensible car she would buy when her VW Beetle finally gave up the ghost.
Just like her mom.
Maybe she’d get it in red to be at least a little different.
Jessica sighed again, keeping it to herself so that she wasn’t being overly offensive. He
