Chapter 64 Tides Of The Heart

• The twins' bedroom door clicked shut as I tucked the last blanket around Austin's shoulders. His breathing had already deepened into sleep, exhausted from our day of snorkeling along the reef. Alex had crashed twenty minutes earlier, mid-sentence about the sea turtle we'd spotted.
• I lingered in the hallway, suddenly aware of the quiet house and what it meant—Aria and I, alone, with no business calls, no lawyers, no past hovering between us like a specter. Just us and the endless Caribbean night.
• The sliding door to the deck stood partially open, and through the gap, I caught sight of her. Silhouetted against the moonlight, Aria stood at the railing, her hair lifted by the breeze. She'd changed into a simple white sundress that glowed almost blue in the darkness.