At the beach the next day, Evelyn leans back, enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin.
Though Delia had paid for the hotel, and its quality reflected her therapist paycheck, Emma had sprung for the beach facilities and here her wealth was…evident.
The three women stretch out on lounge chairs in a beach cabana, little tables next to them sporting their morning cocktails. Evelyn had borrowed a suit from Diana but Emma had insisted on buying one for Ian, and he played a few feet away in his swim trunks and rash guard t-shirt.
It wasn’t as hot as it would be in the summer, but there was a warm snap currently and the women were five hours south of their home city. To them, the sunlight and moderate heat is paradise on a February morning.
“Let’s just stay here,” Delia murmurs, her eyes c
