"I never want to leave," Lynn said, ignoring the piles of luggage behind them in favor of gawking. He'd seen the island before, when he came to inspect it before signing the contract, but he'd forgotten just how beautiful and postcard perfect it really was. He'd been so busy with all the details that the simple pleasure of it all had gotten buried by stress. But the smell of the sea was already soothing him, reminding him vividly of why he was there and that it was meant to be fun. Meant to be theirs. "I could stay here forever."
Anderson snorted from just behind him, where he was fussing with the luggage. "Yeah, right up until you wanted shrimp alfredo at three in the morning or a triple shot latte at five in the morning. You're too much of a spoiled brat to live tucked away like this. The cottage is about as rustic as you can stand to get. You're lucky your type doesn't have to live strictly seaside anymore."