We watch KC until he catches his first wave of the day. He is already graceful and skilled; it’s clear he’s long mastered the ability to merge with the ocean just like his great uncle taught his father. By the time he finishes, he scans the beach for us. “You coming?” he shouts at his father. “They’re good today!”
I kiss Jonah once more before he disappears into the foamy blue waters. And then I sit in the sand and watch them, arms wrapped around my propped up knees, chin resting against them comfortably. I ought to go back into the house and start getting dinner ready rather than linger down here watching them surf. It’s always a tough gig cooking for foodies like Karl and Moira, but somehow they never complain about my attempts. And they shouldn’t, after the years I’ve spent learning the best recipes from Will.
I take a deep breath of salty, warm air and count to ten—but not because I’m anxious or worried. I do this because sometimes I need to remind myself it’s truly okay to embrace happiness, like the kind I currently find myself enveloped in. That life, as messy and complicated and utterly beautiful and tragic and simple as it can be, must be taken hold of with both hands and never taken lightly or for granted.
It’s meant to be lived ... one day, one breath, one heartbeat at a time.
There are so many people to thank when it comes to this book that I hope you’ll indulge me a moment. To my editor Natasha Tomic, thanks for all you’ve done for this book and these characters. To my publicist KP Simmon, your belief in this series has meant the world(s) to me. Carly Stevens, once again, you hit it out of the part with a cover I love. I don’t mind if people judge my books by their covers! Tricia Santos, the best assistant a gal like me can have, thanks for keeping me and this book on task. Stacey Blake, thank you for making my book look as pretty on the inside as the outside. Chad Teresi, I appreciate and value your eagle eyes during the final stages. And to my agent Pamela van Hylckama Vlieg, thanks for believing in me as a writer.
Rachel Van Dyken, Tracy Cooper, Andrea Johnston, Vilma Gonzalez, Megan O’Connell, Jessica Mangicaro, Rebecca Shniderman, and Tricia Santos, all the love and gratitude to you guys for helping me make this the best book I could.
To the Lyons Pride, my fab street team: oh my goodness, guys—thank you so much for all your support. I adore each and every single one of you. And to every reader, blogger, and fellow author who has taken a chance on these books and spread the word, please know there aren’t enough words to express how grateful I am for all of you. Hugs and cupcakes all around.
To my husband and three boys, I couldn’t do any of this without your love and belief in me. I have the four best cheerleaders in the universe. Much appreciation also goes out to all my family and friends who encourage me to chase my dreams.
Fate is what we make it. Keep chasing your dreams, too.