“Do you want to slap SPF 50 on me and hide me under an umbrella to build sandcastles for the day?” “Wouldn’t be the first time,” Shannon snickered from behind the hand she was using to bury her smile. “Hey now, that wasn’t a castle, it was a man-sized fort,” I accused, pointing a finger at her. “And you two were the architects!” “Yes, we were, Gerard, and you were a wonderful minion.” Claire laughed, catching ahold of my hand and pulling me toward the door, with a snickering Shannon in tow.
