The Thirteenth First Date
Beth parked her car on the gravelly road just outside a sprawling, weather-beaten beach house. She got out of the car and stretched, looking up at the house. Her brother, Ryan, spotted her from the second-floor deck, where he was standing with two other guys. He called her name and waved before disappeared into the sliding glass doors of the house.
A tall, wooden fence surrounded the property, so she couldn’t see much else of what was going on, but she could certainly hear it. Music was blaring, possibly two different songs, but she couldn’t tell. There was splashing in the pool and lots of loud voices. She wondered just how many people her brother had invited. This was supposed to be a weekend for the bridal party to get together.
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