CHAPTER 52

　　"You've probably put your back out," Holly muttered, her fingers curling over his warm, bronzed shoulders to steady herself. "And it serves you right."

　　"You don't weigh anything."

　　Noticing their surroundings for the first time, Holly gave a soft gasp of shock, because she'd never seen anywhere quite as beautiful.

　　"I had no idea there was another beach here. It's stunning."

　　"When we were children, my brother and I called it the secret beach." His tone gruff, Casper spread the rug on the sand and gently eased the bag from her shoulders. "We used to play here, knowing that no one could see us. It was probably the only real privacy we had in our childhood. We made camps, dens, we were pirates and smugglers, and—"

　　"All right—enough." Emotion welling up inside her, Holly held up a hand, and Casper looked at her with exasperation.

　　"I thought talking was good."