Chapter 50

The steps up to the front door were wooden, the cracks filled with sand. Lucian kicked off his flip-flops at the front of the house and opened the door, motioning me in. It was small, comfortable, with lots of sleek wood and glass around. It was modern, aesthetic, but where Jay's housing style was all rough and sharp edges, Lucian's house seemed more like the ocean, flowing around the room and across the furniture. Papers and surfing magazines were scattered across a table, a large map of the surfing...