The sun was dipping low over the Caribbean horizon, painting the sky in streaks of molten orange and pink. Elena adjusted the strap of her emerald bikini, the warm breeze tugging at her loose sarong as she walked barefoot along the private stretch of beach. This trip was supposed to be her reset—two weeks away from the city, the deadlines, and the ex who still texted at 2 a.m. No more overthinking. Just salt air, rum cocktails, and silence.
She didn’t expect him.
He emerged from the water like some sea god who’d wandered off a romance cover. Tall, broad-shouldered, with droplets tracing the defined lines of his chest and abs. Dark hair slicked back, a shadow of stubble along a sharp jaw. His swim trunks hung low on his hips, and when he caught her staring, a slow, knowing smile curved hi
