Rayne sat down on her front porch swing, and rocked back and forth, the wind doing half of the motion. It was a cool night, but just the perfect temperature for Florida nights. Everything reminded her of him... the wind, the water, the sun, the moon... her cat. It was crazy... she couldn't look in any direction, without seeing him... without seeing Nick. And she didn't know what to do about that. Because Nick was long gone.
