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by Jen Calonita
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Isabelle Scott kicked her legs, propelling herself to the oceansurface with a nal burst of adrenaline even as her lungsscreamed for air. Breaking through the waves, she lookedaround, focusing on the tiny stretch of North Carolinacoastline that she had called home for the last fteen and ahalf years. Harborside Beach was still packed at 5 . Shecould see couples lounging on beach blankets while theirkids dug in thesandor attemptedto bodyboard, butbeyondthe roped-o swim area, Isabelle was ying solo. She hadalways preferred it that way. But that was before she’d metBrayden Townsend. As if on cue, he paddled his surfboardtoward her.“Go ahead and gloat, Iz,” Brayden said, not sounding theleast bit out of breath, even though he had just paddled over
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