Becca.
I don't know what it was I was expecting when Neal said he had an island home, but it definitely wasn't a small remote island just off the coast of New Zealand, cut off completely from the outside world.
Though that would have been the common sense thing.
The moment we’d arrived here, I found myself a little taken aback by exactly how remote this place was. Crystal-clear blue water surrounded the island, and with all the lush greenery around, it added a calming atmosphere.
“This is beautiful,” I muttered softly before turning my gaze to Neal, who stood behind me. “How the hell did you find this place?”
Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced around at the small wooden home with large windows overlooking the ocean only a hundred feet away. It wasn’t the biggest of homes, and in fact, it reminded me of the small apartment I shared with Tally once upon a time.
“It was for sale, and I bought it,” he muttered before turning and walking back outside.
