The summer had been quiet, though it was to be expected, with everyone retreating to their summer homes, in the Hamptons. Christian, thankfully, had spent most of his down time straightening up the Capri in his brothers notable absence. Ankle deep in a stack of paper work, the near empty bar his temporary office as the night wound down, heâd barely noticed the approaching figure, and it was only when they spoke that he acknowledged them at all. âI didnât expect to be graced with your presence at all this summer, clearly, I should have planned ahead.










