Larissa's POV
Lunch was an elaborate seafood spread that Colter had prepared with obvious care. Fresh grilled fish, perfectly seasoned shrimp skewers, and an impressive selection of tropical fruits covered the outdoor dining table. Carson and I ate without much conversation at first, the ocean breeze filling the comfortable quiet between us.
"What sounds appealing for this afternoon?" Carson asked, setting down his fork. "We could wander around the island, try some snorkeling, or..." His pause carried weight, eyes holding mine. "We could stay close to the house."
My pulse quickened at the suggestion in his voice. "I think exploring would be perfect," I replied hastily, knowing I couldn't trust myself alone with him indoors.
"Exploring it is." His expression showed no disappointment. Instead, that knowing smile played across his lips like he was savoring some private joke.
