Chapter 23: Carpon Island
I rode behind him on the ATV and bounced up and down on the sand. He steered us north on the strip of the white sand, most of which he owned. The salty wind blew through my hair and the sun was piercing, but neither really affected me since I was with Brayden. One palm dug into his hip while the other clamped over a solid pec on his chest. Eventually we passed his bungalow, which I honestly believed he was taking me to, but didn’t. Another ten minutes on the beach clarified what he had planned on showing me.
Approximately eight miles north of bungalow three we parked the ATV on Barefoot Beach, climbed off the sand vehicle, and stood side by side. There was a yellow pontoon boat near the sand, docked in the water. Beyond the pontoon was Carpon Island, which sat a
