Something That Could Last by 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 to trip 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 of something more.
Sure, there’s an age gap between us, but with chemistry this electric, does it even matter?