I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

fear embarrassing.

“I own Koa Bay Reserve,” I said.

His lips parted.

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes,” I said. “I do.”

Sophie removed her sunglasses slowly.

“But… the contest…”

“There was no contest.”

Ethan flinched.

I continued.

“My grandfather was not a retired mechanic. He was Arthur Blake.”

Frank’s expression changed first.

Recognition.

Then disbelief.

Then calculation.continue reading …