*Shelby*

I sighed contentedly as I rested against the mountain of pillows in the luxurious master bedroom of our beachside bungalow. The gauzy white curtains billowed in the ocean breeze, bringing the scent of salt and hints of tropical flowers. I had sprained my ankle during my traumatic trip to one of the surrounding islands and was under strict orders from Michael to stay in bed while it healed.

Usually, I’d chafe at forced inactivity, but with the melodic ...