Time really slipped by.

It was night by the time Tessa was done with she was doing and joined them for a bon fire.

The bonfire crackled under a sky full of stars, its golden light reflecting on Camila’s sunglasses—even though the sun had long disappeared beyond the horizon. Tessa lounged on a rattan beach chair, nursing a coconut cocktail, while Jamie dramatically flopped down beside her, resting his head on her lap.

“I’m bored,” Jamie sighed. “Entertain me.”

“We're literally at a beach resort in Seychelles, Jamie,” Tessa said, twirling the straw in her drink. “Beaches. Cocktails. Wealthy men. What more do you need?”

“Love,” Jamie said flatly, and...