Olivia

"I enjoy it," he said simply.

"Well, for a change, let me dress you."

His eyebrow arched. "Dress me?"

"Yeah. Your turn to be the mannequin." I grabbed his hand, tugging him toward a men's boutique across the street. "Come on."

I pulled him into the shop, a breezy open air space with racks of casual wear displayed against whitewashed walls. Island music drifted from hidden speakers, mingling with the rustle of palm fronds ...