She decided to lie down and take a short nap, while he opted to take a quick shower and go explore the resort and check on some things for later in the week. Once he walked out, she opened her eyes. She hadn’t been able to sleep, but she wasn’t in the mood for either conversation or his curious looks. She’d had a freak reaction to the little boy at the pool, and now she felt ridiculous. Especially since she seemed to have these reactions around Dylan. Apparently, being with him evoked deep feelings and poked at old wounds. She stared at the ceiling and replayed the incident. The splashing reminded her of her siblings. They’d never been able to behave on vacations their mom took them on, and really, there were too many of them for her to corral everyone into submission alone. Her dad had rarely joined them. In fact, she could barely remember a family vacation that had included him. But her mom had always been able to count on Ian. As the oldest and the one with the biggest sense of responsibility, he’d always played the man of the house.
