She pointed to a spot less than five meters away, a smile playing on her lips. "It's just over there, not far."
Evelyn Grant followed her finger and saw a large campground spread out before them. Preston Keaton had picked a spot in the corner to pitch their tent. It wasn't peak season, so there were few tourists, leaving most of the area empty. And yet, this woman wanted to set up right next to them.
Once pitched, the tents would be even closer.
The woman pressed her palms together in a pleading gesture and gave a playful wink. "Please?"
Evelyn Grant crossed her arms, her gaze slowly shifting to watch Preston Keaton with leisurely amusement.
A mocking smile touched her lips.
Preston Keaton lowered his gaze politely, his hand with its prominent knuckles moving to circle Evelyn Grant's waist. He projected an image of gentle refinement, but his words were utterly cold and detached.
"No time."
