Mason Martin sat at his computer, rapt. He didn’t normally do anything like this, as he’d spent at least seventy percent of his life under the brutal Texas sun, on his father’s ranch. Then his.
Now someone else’s, as he’d finally sold Fox Hill Ranch a few months ago. He’d already made the move across the ocean, and he’d been in Getaway Bay for nine months now. Dating here was just as hard as it had been in the wilds of Texas.
Probably harder, as he sported quite the farmer’s tan despite his efforts to even out his skin tone on the beaches here. Not only that, but a man in a cowboy hat here seemed to draw all the wrong kinds of attention.
So with some of the billions he’d received from the sale of his generational land, he’d bought an island. Long Bar Island, to be exact, and it was basi
