CHAPTER 8
EMMA
“Do you miss our mountain home?”
Reagan should know the answer to that. It was hard to think of anything else with the magnificent view in front of us. The beach atmosphere had a completely different feel than our cabin. Standing on our parents’ deck and breathing in the coastal scents was breathtaking. In a way, I wished our parents had bought the house sooner. Reagan was the only one who got to enjoy this paradise. They only relocated to Santa Monica after I left for New York and Ethan moved in with Braden. Also, my father wanted to take an active role in Fightanium.
“I do miss our cabin,” I murmured, closing my eyes as the wind caressed my skin. “Our lives were a lot simpler there.”
Reagan snorted. “Got that right.”
Opening my eyes, I gazed out at the ocean, loving
