Arya’s POV

I stared at my watch for the umpteenth time. It was 8pm. I sighed. I gazed down at my lap. The once Agile son of mine is now in a deep sleep. It was his bed time and exactly way past any kind of picnic.

“Come on Kelsi let’s go inside” I said as cried my son and began leaving the beach.

“Wait Arya—“

“Angus I don’t want to hear any of those excuses for your boss” I snapped at him. Kelsi looked sad. The both of them. I began to feel guilty for the way ...