Being sober at some point had been the plan, but as the day wore on, the men kept drinking beers. They had swum, headed to the private beach he’d taken Emma to, played a little netball, ran around like kids for a while, and ate nonstop most of the afternoon.

He had kept checking his watch, wondering what she was doing and hoping she was having a good time with Leila. Not that he should worry, Leila was a good-time girl and sweet enough to make Emma feel right at home. He just wished ...