Elodie's POV
'Phew! It's so hot here!' Murphy mutters from his towel, shading his eyes against the sun. 'You wouldn't think it's Christmas! I don't know about anyone else, but I could do with an ice cream.' He grins, glancing toward our towels. 'How about it, ladies? Can I interest you and your offspring in a cold, delicious treat?'
‘You don’t have to do that,’ I start hesitantly, aware that Leif has already bought the children toys and feeling uncomfortable with these men buying things for us.
Murphy waves my protest away, ‘I know, but I cannot in good conscience sit here and eat a cool, creamy, mouth-wateringly tantalising ice cream in front of those children while they watch. And if I buy them one, then I have to buy their beautiful mothers one too . . . and Leif’ he adds, glancing t
