Sophie let out a babyish giggle as she slammed the book she had just finished reading on the bedside table. Her smile was twice as wide as it was before she started reading and now she just felt a whole lot better. Humming to the tune of a familiar song, she rolled herself down from the bed and went to the wine cabinet to pour herself a shot.She was relaxed, a lot more than she had been a few days ago. She would like to give credit to Harper who had insisted on taking them to the bookstore where she got into her reading phase again but she wasn't exactly sure. She poured the white wine into a tumbler and took a sip.Exhaling in relief, her eyes whisked around the hotel suite. Tyler was nowhere in sight because he had insisted on using the cafeteria for work today thinking he would get a chance to be with her. Unfortunately, she had bursted his bubble by insisting on staying back to work which she wasn't quite sure of anymore.With her hand tightly holding her phone, she walked over t

If Sophie had envisioned anything about their vacation, it was that there wouldn't be any head-butting or disagreement. Or even any cause for alarm. But once again, her father had proved her wrong by being one step ahead of her. It was in times like this that she hated her very existence.She couldn't deal with awkwardness and she fought everything to always avoid being thrown into scenes like that. But as she dressed up for dinner that evening, Sophie was almost certain that her evening and night had already been ruined just as her day was ruined.After she left Tyler in the pool, he had taken time before he returned to the room. And when he came in, all he had taken was his laptop and some other work material before he ventured out of the room. Sophie had been stunned but as much as she had regretted her actions that moment, she knew it was the right thing to do.What she had to do.She and Tyler had crossed boundaries they weren't supposed to cross and she knew, she just knew that

Tyler had thought of the very moment he would see his sister again but nothing had beat his expectations. The reality was staring him in the face. He hadn't seen her in years and even without her blonde hair, she still looked exactly the same. Only a few features were different about her.She just stood there, leaning against the chair while she watched him. She appeared to have been there for a while, just watching him. A small smile settled on her beautiful face and she adjusted her clothing. Tyler sat there and watched her walk toward them, his pulse throbbing.“Hello,” her voice was laced with a firm edginess to it that only Tyler took note of. Sophie, who had her eyes still glued on the children running around the cafe, turned at the voice. “Hi,” she smiled, uncertain.“My name is Alicia and this is my place,” she pointed at the place. Then, her gaze flickered to Tyler's unnerving one, calm and collected. “And, hi, Tyler.” She let out a low chuckle.Sophie whirled around sharpl

Tyler found Alicia after minutes of searching. She was with a group of children, indulging them in the act of face painting. About five or six children sat down attentively around a table she must have set up while she painted their faces into what they wanted. Tyler had almost forgotten that she painted.It was the one thing they both shared in common besides being siblings. As he joined them, Alicia barely glanced away from what she was doing to answer his polite awkward greeting. She finished with the face of the kid in front of her before she took off her painting gloves to answer him.“Where is your girlfriend? Trouble in paradise?” Her tone was mocking as she steered him away from the kids to somewhere else, somewhere private.“Sophie is anything but clingy,” Tyler's voice was surprisingly calm unlike what Alicia had expected.“Of course, she seemed like a very lovely person.” Alicia smiled, waving at a group of women calling out to her. Tyler stared at the group as they passed

Harper took a long look at Quinton for the first time that night as they approached the drink station. His big gray eyes were filling in the scenes around him, his hand shoved into the pockets of his jean pants while his brown wavy chestnut locks dangled down his head. Harper itched to run her hand through the long hair.Her steps were slow and he seemed to have noticed as he moved even slower to match up with her speed. The first time she had met him at the bookstore, she hadn't known what to think. And how had she missed that he wasn't married? Maybe because her eyes hadn't strayed to his fingers.Quinton noticed her staring and when he turned his face around to probably talk to her or flash her a smile, she turned her head real quick and feasted her eyes on the Ferris wheel that had been set up at the other far end of the beach. She let out a small sound as she listened to the screams of the kids on the wheels each time the wheels made a spin which was every second.She had remembe