Charlotte’s POV
By the time we got back to the suite, all three of us were exhausted. Nora’s eyes were barely staying open on their own, and even Kieran looked worn out—and he never looked worn out, so that was saying something. I felt that pleasant ache of a day spent in the sun, the kind that made you want to collapse into bed and sleep for twelve hours.
But Sophia had made dinner reservations for us at seven, and it was already past six.
“I need to shower,” Kieran said, heading for the bathroom. “Nora, you too.”
Nora groaned but followed him. I heard the water start running a moment later, and then Nora’s laughter echoing off the tiles. I grabbed my phone and checked the itinerary Sophia had sent. The restaurant was on the resort property, just a short walk from our suit
