Tracy’s POV

“Tracy, run up to the study and grab the extra sunscreen from the top drawer. I left it there this morning.”

Mom’s voice carried across the water. I pushed up from the lounge chair, water still streaming down my stomach and thighs, and headed inside without thinking. The tiny black bikini clung wet and cold against my skin. Every step made the fabric shift over my nipples and the soft folds between my legs. I told myself I would be quick. In and out before I had to see him again.

The study door stood half open. I stepped through and froze.

Adrian stood at the wide window...