After lunch, as the last bite of dessert was scraped clean from Dylan's plate, Ric stood and stretched his arms with a soft grunt.
"I'll handle the dishes," he offered, already gathering the plates before Cammy could object. "You all should start packing, we've got a long drive ahead."
Cammy gave him a grateful smile and nodded, gently taking Dylan's hand and walking back to the bedroom, the nanny trailing behind them.
Inside her room, Cammy placed her suitcase and a duffle bag on the bed, unzipping them with practiced ease. She pulled open her closet and began selecting clothes—casual wear, swimsuits, sunhats, light linen dresses.
But as she reached for her phone to check the weather at Pearl Resort, a name flashed across the screen in her mind like a ghost tapping her shoulder.
'Felicity.'
Her hands stilled. Her heart twisted with a familiar tightness, an ache she'd pushed aside all day.
