“You packed a picnic? How cute are you?” He chuckled, the sound deep and delicious. Toe-curling. Just like everything he did. “Glad you think so. My brother gave me a hard time.” “I love it. Your brother obviously doesn’t know how to win my heart.” Banjo went quiet. “Is that what I’m doing?” A familiar voice calling me from down the beach saved me from having to answer Banjo’s question.
