Twelve
Despite her best efforts to heed Gideon’s advice, she’d failed miserably to keep his words from her mind all through dinner. She’d had a little more luck during cake and ice cream—the kids’ sugar-fueled enthusiasm was hard to resist—but now, following her family down the stairs to Hidden Beach, her mind replayed her conversation with Gideon again.
There was only one way to take his words. He was in this for keeps. Even after everything she’d told him.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he remarked as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
They hung back a few paces as their party headed toward the arch and beyond to the main beach. Liam and Daphne raced ahead, hooting and crowing and laughing as their voices echoed off the stone.
“Just thinking,” she replied.
“That’s obvious. About what?
