Something That Could Last — Liz Durano

Coming to Hermosa Beach was meant to be my escape, a breather after the storm of my divorce. I was here to relish the Memorial Day festivities, not traipse down memory lane. But then I saw him — the boy I once babysat. Except, he wasn't a boy anymore. And those looks he gave me? They hinted at the promise that this just might not end up being a boring vacation. Sure, there's an age gap between us, but with chemistry this electric, does it even matter?