Rachel pulled up to Lisa’s sprawling beach house with the windows down and the ocean breeze already tangling her hair. Two weeks here while her apartment got renovated sounded like heaven—sun, sand, and zero responsibilities. Lisa greeted her with a tight hug and a quick tour before dropping the news over iced tea on the deck.
“I have to fly out tonight for that emergency project in London. I’m so sorry, Rach. The boys are staying the whole time though. Jake and Ethan will take good care of you.”
Rachel smiled easily. She had known Lisa’s sons since they were awkward teenagers building sandcastles. Now, at twenty-four and twenty-two, Jake and Ethan had grown into tall, muscular young men with broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, and easy, confident smiles that made something low in her bell
