“We’re on the beach?” I surge forward, nearly pressing my face to the slider as I soak in the sight before me. Sand dunes and grass somewhat obscure the view, but it’s impossible to miss the roll of the waves in the distance. “Can I go?” I swing around to Lochlan, my pulse thrumming with excitement. “You don’t need permission, Saylor.” He smiles sweetly. “You’re a grown woman.”
