Chapter 10 Goodnight, Mr Thorne

• As we headed back to the hotel, I could still feel the sand between my toes, the faintest hint of salt on my skin, and a warmth that wasn’t just from the Miami sun. Mr. Thorne walked beside me, his stride a little more relaxed than usual, and I couldn’t resist teasing him a bit.
• “So, Mr. Thorne, how does it feel to be a beach bum now?” I nudged his arm with my elbow, grinning up at him.
• He looked down at me with a smirk, eyebrows raised. “I’m hardly what anyone would call a beach bum,” he replied, a touch of his usual seriousness creeping back in, though he couldn’t quite hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.