Dominic's POV
I stood near the shaded welcome area of the resort, arms crossed, sunglasses low on my nose, watching the path that led from the dock. My foot tapped restlessly against the wooden deck. The salty island breeze tousled my hair, but it did nothing to cool the restless storm boiling in my chest.
Everyone was gathered—my mom, Paul, Kyle, Morgan, Max, Finn, and Marty. It was nearly time for the rest of the family to arrive, the ones coming in on the mid-afternoon boat. I scanned the area again, jaw tight.
Where the hell is she?
Just as I was about to pull out my phone, a blur of black curls and bare legs came jogging up the path toward us.
Kennedy.
She was running slightly out of breath, hair messy from the wind and humidity, her skin glistening, and—
Jesus Christ, she smel
