*Shelby*

“Shelby, I didn’t hear you come in,” Micheal said softly.

“Yeah, obviously,” I said in response, my eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Where would you like to go for dinner?” he asked, clearly trying to change the subject. “I have been wanting to try that barbeque place that is at the far end of the resort.”

His phone started ringing in his pocket; he pulled it out, silenced it, and ...