Sliding into the passenger seat of Tristan’s jeep is Xyla’s favourite home-town secret. Her sisters and friends know of their annual holiday season rendezvous, but her friends, colleagues and casual rotation of suitors in the city are oblivious to her double life. That every time she returns home, she also returns to his arms.
“I told you they’d be pressed up against the window,” she laughs, reaching around to click her seatbelt into place. “Sometimes I think my sister is more excited about seeing you than me being home.” To her right, her younger sister sits on the couch near the window, early ignoring ‘girls night’ and focused on the jeep.
“Anyways, I hope you brought bug spray.”
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