The tide was out, exposing a wide, perfect canvas of wet sand in front of the kid's beach. Liam had been vibrating since breakfast, bucket in one hand, plastic shovel in the other, checking the path every thirty seconds for a flash of white bikini or big black hat.
Aria strolled down the walkway with Sasha and Valentina, all three in designer cover ups that cost more than most people’s cars, with iced coffees the size of their heads, bodyguards trailing like silent shadows. She had planned to walk straight past the family beach to the adult side. She really had.
Then a small torpedo in neon green rash guard launched himself at her legs.
"You came!",Liam beamed up at her like she had hung the moon. "I knew you would", Liam announced.
Sasha stopped dead. "Oh my God, it's the tiny stalker
