It had sun and surf and boats and a man called Cutter Jackson. He’d kept her busy overnight and, upon waking, he’d made coffee to her exact directions and brought it back to bed for her before stretching out, tucking his arms beneath his pillow and rolling back into slumber, the very picture of contented magnificence. And maybe paradise always had trouble in it, but by that afternoon there was a severe thunderstorm warning in place and the family business once again commanded most of Cutter’s attention. It was a way of life for him, and he was fully enmeshed in it. “Could you imagine doing anything with your life other than this?” she asked as they sped downriver towards the marina. “No. Born to it, bred to it and consider myself fortunate.” To be fair, he’d warned her about trying to change him. There would be no Melbourne on a permanent basis for this man. If she wanted the works, she’d be the one relocating. “Zoey and Bree, how do they resist being sucked into the family vortex that is the Jackson boating empire?”
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