Simon Johannson wasn’t a small man, but next to his brother and father, he certainly felt that way. Simon was dark-haired and slender, a throwback to ancestry several generations removed from the rest of his family. He often appeared a shadow among his brighter and more gregarious kin.
Mark in particular towered over Simon, making up in physical size, perhaps, what he lacked in personal depth. Mark was frivolous, incapable of hard work, and somewhat lacking in intelligence. So, when Mark appeared in the doorway of Simon’s office above the Seaglass Resort’s famed bar, Simon wasn’t exactly happy to see him.
Especially as Simon had just been scolded like a child by their mother, who still wanted him to settle down and make babies. Both of their parents were eager for one of their sons to pr
