Chapter 27

“So, Palm Bay, here we come—” She told him.

“Yeah. You’ll like it. You know, they also have a pretty good farmer’s market on the weekends.”

“How often have you been there?”

“Too often to count.”

“Where does your High Tide Harbor fall in? Seems to me it’s a tourist spot, isn’t it?”

“Touché,” he said. “High Tide Harbor’s special. It nearly went under a few years ago. Tons of foreclosures due to financial malfeasance on the part of the main bank in town. Took a lot of people coming together and fighting to save it.”

“Sounds like an interesting place.” Not that much different than most cities and towns she supposed. “It looked lovely when I saw it on a TV special. The one they aired about a celebrity chef and his wedding.” She could remember the images clearly; the coastal town with expansive beaches, high cliff sides and cypress trees outlining the rocky shores. There was a historic inn painted a bright summer yellow with white shutters and trim, per