Shayla raises a brow at Gary's tall stature. "Do rich people even know what it means to be hurt? But, unfortunately, it seems they managed to do all the hurting."
Gary didn't hear her question at all. The man was so enthralled by the sight of the white-capped wave of ocean gliding on the shore. Gary stood on the balcony looking at the breathtaking view with what appeared to be a smirk on his face.
"I can see the charm in it and why you may love this place, Miss MacFarland." He said, turning and facing her agitation as the light from the moon framed her lovely face as the wind blew her hair softly against her skin.
Shayla leaned against the partially open door while holding it closed.
"I'm glad you recognized its appeal. That is the beach house," Shayla says, not cracking a smile.
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