He hated letting Sophie go, but she needed a moment, and he could give it to her, knowing she’d be back tonight. “Don’t start,” he said to Hud, and turned his head to eye his twin—who up until now had barely given him the time of day, even though they’d spent a lot of time at the resort together. He’d done his best not to care. He’d spent time with his mom. He’d also been working on the cabin here and there, fixing some things that had been bothering him, like a loose floorboard and some wonky electrical that made it so he couldn’t run his TV and make toast at the same time. He’d been taking long paddleboard rides, pretending not to search for one crazy hot and adorable redhead’s boat. But he was restless, spending too much time not doing what he’d come here to do. Which was not one Sophie Marren. “What are you doing here?” he asked Hud. “You’ve been visiting Mom.”
