Their Festive Island Escape. Nina Singh

sandy beach, just talking and enjoying the sunset. He had to admit he’d enjoyed it.

      Celeste was already sporting the beginnings of a golden tan, her hair had lightened since the first day she’d arrived. She’d looked like a tempting goddess standing next to him as they stood on the marina pier.

      He’d been thinking about her all night.

      But none of that had anything to do with his invite asking her to join him for breakfast. That was strictly professional.

      The door suddenly flung open and Reid didn’t need to look up to know it was Alex. He was the only one who never knocked. “Morning, partner.”

      Reid merely nodded.

      “Your father keeps calling the main office,” Alex informed him. “Says you’re not returning his calls when he phones you directly.”

      Reid tried to bridle the surge of irritation that shot through his core. His father. The man was determined to ruin himself at this golden stage of his life. And he’d nearly driven Evanson Properties to the brink of ruin as well until Reid had stepped in and taken over as CEO. All because of a woman. A much younger woman.