*Lauren*

The sand crunched beneath our sandals as Shelby and I talked about how we’d convince my dad to help us build a library.

"Remember," Shelby said, her voice a low hum next to me, "Michael's easily convinced. As long as we make it sound like we have it all figured out, he’ll give in to us."

I nodded and laughed. "You’re so spoiled."

Her own laughter mingled with mine, and she said, “It’s all Michael’s fault. Happy wife, happy life. He usually ...