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HALLIE
Although I couldn’t wait to see Ford again in person, a part of me would be sad to leave Baldwin’s Shore. The town itself had a tired charm, and the Peninsula Resort and Spa was beyond luxurious. Bradley had shown up before breakfast this morning because he couldn’t resist trying out the “spa” part, and now I was blessed with freshly manicured nails and unclogged pores since he’d invited me to tag along.
“More coffee?” the waiter asked.
“Yes, please.”
The dining room had a view across the sea, all the way to a rock shaped like a turtle where white-capped waves crashed in clouds of spray. A yacht sailed past in the distance. The chef had made me an omelette, and Emmy’s plate was piled high with pastries. Ana picked at her fruit, unsmiling. Nothing new there.
“Where’s Bradley
