Brad wouldn’t see Celeste again until Sunday, as she had an onsite event for singles at the inn on Friday and Saturday. She’d invited him to come hang out with her, but he knew she’d be running around to ensure every little detail was exactly right. So he’d declined, and instead, he’d visited with his brother and his nieces and nephews.
“Uncle Brad, throw me the ball.” Brad focused on his nephew Thomas and threw him the water-logged football.
“I’m going to get out, bud,” he said, making his way toward the side of the pool. It was probably time to reapply sunscreen, and he really needed something to eat. He groaned as he sat in the low, beach-side chair beside his father, who looked up from his phone.
“Celeste seems very nice,” his father said.
“She is very nice,” Brad said, anticipatin
