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“It wasn’t my fault,” he screeches, and turns his glare to the man who was fighting with him. “You can jump in at any time.”

“I’ll let you handle it,” the man whispers. “She seems mad.”

My shoulders drop. “All of my things are gone.”

“There’s a boutique across the road, sweetie. We can get you a new case and fill it up,” Mum offers.

“My son will go with you and cover the costs,” a beautiful woman states.

She can’t be his mum. She looks too young. But when her eyes land on Mark, I know she is because only a mother could scold you with one look.

“What?” he demands, outraged. “It was an accident.”

As much as I don’t want to spend another minute with him, he owes me. So I sniffle. “Thank you. I would appreciate that.”

He glances to his mum, his eyebrows dipping down. “Please don’t make me do this. She’s the one who’s obsessed with me.”

“From what me and your father overheard on the plane, I doubt that very much.”

A pretty blonde steps up with a baby in her arms, a gorgeous man right behind her. “Mark, it’s the right thing to do. How would you feel if all your clothes were in the ocean?” she tells him.

His posture relaxes. “Okay,” he agrees, before turning to me. “Then I want fifty feet between us.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s a big boat. It won’t be a problem.”

“Okay,” he snaps.

“Okay,” I snap back.

“Um, I’ll come with you,” the gorgeous blonde offers.

“I’ll go with you,” his mother offers. “Lily, why don’t you go on inside and wait for us with Jaxon?”

“She’s right. As much as I love the fresh air, we should get Rose into the shade and put some more sun cream on,” the burly man next to her states, and for some reason, he looks vaguely familiar.

Then it hits me. “Hey, aren’t you Reid Hayes’ brother?”

“Are you going to push me in the sea if I say yes?” he asks, stepping closer to the blonde bombshell.

I laugh because I get it. I’ve met Reid a few times, and each time, he managed to piss someone off by merely existing. “No. I just thought you looked familiar is all.”

I don’t reveal that my best friend has an issue with his brother.Idon’t even know the reason why. I just knowwehate him, and that if we ever see him, Summer forces us to walk the other way.

Mark clears his throat. “Are we getting these clothes or are we going to stand around talking?”

I spin to face him, losing my smile. “Oh, I’m sorry; am I disrupting your day?”

He tilts his head back. “Jesus Christ.”

His mum steps forward and holds out her hand. “I’m Teagan, and I’m sorry for my son’s poor manners.”

“We’re sorry about our daughter too,” Mum adds.

“I didn’t do anything,” I argue, and grit my teeth when I see Mark smirk.

“Honey, we raised you better than this. You are acting like an adolescent child.”

“This man has stolen my food,” I begin.

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