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“ANGEL? LOGAN? WANNA PLAY BALL?” MICHAEL’S

shadow fluttered on the filmy netting draping their hon-eymoon cabana door. Private island getaways didn’t need doors—unless one expected a six-year-old to make an appearance.

Logan helped Angel smooth the sheet on the bed, then checked himself in the mirror. They’d had to scramble into their clothes when Mariana had done the first loop around the island. Good thing Angel’s sister had a big set of lungs—half the Caribbean had probably heard her warn them Michael was on his way.

One more reason he’d be indebted to Mariana for the rest of his life.

He didn’t mind in the least.

“Come on in, Michael.” Logan brushed past Angel, unable to prevent himself from touching her shoulder, then he pulled back the netting.

“Oooh, awesome!” Michael bounced in—of course— and picked up the crystal sculpture Mariana had given them for a wedding present.

“Awesome? What happened to ‘cool’?” Logan said, rustling his son’s hair. The hat had been left back in
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