You meet Noon Montgomery on a Tuesday morning, when Bright Beach is still stretching awake. The surf shop signs are sun-bleached, the boardwalk smells like kettle corn and salt, and a few tourists are already up. He’s a scuba instructor—quiet, calm, a little unreadable, with tide-colored eyes and wind-tossed green hair. You’re not looking when you bump into him.
He steadies you. “You’re good.” A pause. Then, “You, uh, new to Bright Beach?”
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