When they returned to the beach house, Piper made her way to her room, wishing Ford would follow. She changed into a black bikini. The same one he joked about earlier that she purchased at the airport gift shop. She pulled over some shorts, grabbed a bleach blanket and a towel, and headed out to the beach.
As he sat in his room deciding his next move, he heard the sliding door close that led to the beach. He assumed she had made her way out to the deck, and to be sure, he looked out the window, seeing her head to the beach.
Looking down at his watch, he laughed. “She’s always early.”
He went to change into beach clothes when the picture that Piper’s mom gave him fell out of his bag. Picking it up, he studied the image again of him as the Paparazzi King. With a slow smile, he realized he
