After a year trapped inside the house, Julia’s body tingled with the joy of being out . Her hands itched inside thin leather driving gloves while the wet, salty air made her giddy. The beach buggy screamed as it crested a tall dune; it landed, and she caught a glimpse of the special agent next to her. He looked so young in his little black suit, strong muscles squeezed into a tight white shirt, blond hair catching the moonlight. He reminded her of an old Harvard boyfriend, desire uniting them before the inevitable flame out.