Page 27 of The Dairy Farmer's Daughter

“You can, but you need a permit. You can also stand-up paddleboard, kayak, canoe, and do all sorts of adventurous things.”

They drove through the busy tourist town of Montville, before heading into even quieter countryside.

Justin turned to watch Freya and was struck again by her beauty, the soft lines of her, the way her skin was perfectly sun-kissed.

When they finally reached the bustling seaside town of Noosa, Freya found a parking spot and they all climbed out of the car, happy to stretch their legs after an hour of sitting.

“Too bad we didn't bring swimsuits,” Justin said, eyeing off the sign directing them to the beach.

"Never fear," Felicity said, as she pulled a bag from the back seat. "I packed some just in case."

"You brought my swimsuit from the city?" He looked at his sister in surprise.

"It's the Sunshine Coast—the chance we were going to swim was always high."

Justin turned to Freya. "Did you bring yours?"

"Of course. You can't come to Noosa without swimming."

"But it's the middle of winter."

"And it's Queensland."

He couldn't deny it was warm; he'd already taken off his jumper.

Freya was wearing a summer dress that revealed bare shoulders. She led the way down a path surrounded by bush, until they emerged on the white silky sands of the Noosa foreshore. The bay curved gently, flat golden sand leading out to the calm waters bobbing with sailboats. They could hear the distant honk of the ferry.

They found an empty stretch of sand between sunbathers and set up their things then took turns going to the change rooms and switching outfits to their bathing suits. Justin looked out across the ocean and breathed in the warm, salty air.

Justin was grateful that his sister had packed his board shorts. The pull of the ocean was strong, and he couldn't wait to see Freya in a bikini.

And he wasn't disappointed. She came back with her hair in a high topknot, wearing a navy-blue bikini which left little to the imagination. She was confident with her body, making her even more attractive to him.

Before long they were running to the water’s edge and splashing in the cool water.

“Do you come to the beach often?” he asked Freya.

“Not as often as I'd like. I keep forgetting we have such a gem so close by."

“If I lived here, I’d come to the beach all the time,” Felicity exclaimed before diving into a wave and emerging on the other side.

Justin swam closer to Freya so that they were both at neck-level in water. With Felicity entertaining herself in the deeper waves, he reached out his hands and placed them on Freya's hips, drawing her closer. She leaned in and kissed him; she tasted salty and delicious.

Freya groaned in his arms and pressed her body against his. He moved his hands over her bare skin, fighting the urge to take her right there and then.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured when they finally pulled apart.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said before slipping from his arms and diving under the water. He chased her for a while before they decided to join Felicity farther out.

When they finally tired of the water, they walked back to their towels, and lay on the sand. He was surprised the beach wasn't more populated. A few families played, children built sandcastles, while pale bodies sunbathed and read books.

“I know a great place we should go for lunch,” Freya suggested.

“I'm starving,” Felicity said as she put her T-shirt and shorts on over the top of her swimsuit. “But I want to go shopping first. Can I meet you there?”

Freya gave Felicity the address and they waved her off. Then Freya curled up next to Justin.

He put his arm under her head and held her. The feeling of her beside him felt so natural and perfect.

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