The coastal property sat low against the water, all glass and pale wood. Cars pulled up one after another. Staff moved between them with clipboards and polite smiles.
Troy finished speaking to the woman with the room list before Alex could open his mouth.
“End suite,” Troy said. “Two keys.”
Alex stood a few steps behind him, bag strap tight in his hand. Stolas was further down the path with his father. Their eyes met once. Stolas looked away first.
The suite was quiet when the door shut. Wide bed. Low sofa. Balcony doors that showed a strip of dark beach. Alex put his bag down beside the armchair near the window and stayed there. He pulled a book out, opened it, and fixed his eyes on the page.
Troy locked the door. He set his own bag on the bench at the foot of the bed and unzipped it
