BILLIONAIRE'S LIES
The waves moved far away in a serene, endless motion—just like Damian Wolfe's own heart as he laid forearms upon the rim of the dying sun, tugging desperately at the cuff of his fresh white linen shirt.
"Eliana's nearly here," Saben came exploding out from behind a palm frond, binoculars like an absurd spy. Next to him, Benedict and Sabrina crouched down behind beach cover, and Grandma Wendy, champagne from a surreptitious flask bubbled.
"Hush, Saben," Sabrina crept quietly, her fist over her chest in emotion.
"Still think it's not too late to request a helicopter date," Wendy murmured to herself.
Benedict sighed.
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