It was hard to admit, but I had actually started enjoying Rey’s company.

It wasn't like I had fully accepted the idea of having a babysitter—my pride wouldn't let me—but whenever he was around, a strange sense of safety settled over me. After everything that had happened, I couldn't deny it anymore.

Chelsea couldn't make it to our planned beach trip, so Rey came along instead.

The second my feet hit the sand, I went straight to the beach bar for a Piña Colada, my absolute favorite. I set up my lounge chair, planted a massive umbrella in the sand, applied my sunscreen, and laid back. Taking a few slow...