When the Sun Goes Down...
"Goodbye to Girl Friday," Juliana Thomsen said, leaning back on a bench at Atami Harbor and giving in to her jet lag just for a second. The flip-flop time change from California to Japan was finally catching up to her after yesterday's reprieve, and sitting here with her feet in a public foot tub with 113-degree water wasn't doing much to keep her perky.
Her friend and traveling partner, Sasha, tested the water with her fingers and jerked them back. Her strawberry-blond curls fought against the tight ponytail that contained them, but the salt-laced breeze wasn't coaxing even a strand out of place as she gave Juliana a what-are-you-talking-about? glance.
"Girl Friday," Juliana repeated, lifting her own long blond hair off her neck, which was clammy with the early-June humidity. "My family started calling me that when I came back to Parisville to take over the managerial duties in our bookstore after Aunt Katrina decided to retire. Maybe it's just that my life is over there and I'm here, but this trip makes me think I can actually leave all that behind for a while."
Sasha smiled and fixed her gaze on the gleaming water, where boats cut through the blue. "Best ... read full excerpt from: When the Sun Goes Down... ebook
