Vacation - Closed to Anna

Adrian adjusted his sunglasses as he stared out over the waves ebbing and flowing over the deserted stretch of beach. He wasn't usually prone to napping, but it was just too damned peaceful here to not drop off every now and then.

He looked at the empty spot beside him, unsure if Anna was off in the water or had gone back up to the house for something, but he wasn't worried. They were utterly alone here on their vacation hideaway.

Vacation. The word was still anathema to him. He'd taken off before now, long spans where he was between cities where he didn't work, but that was always searching for a place to land. This was different - time away from somewhere he fully intended to return to. Odd, but in a comforting way.

Especially when he thought about how he was hoping to return, and what was in his pocket.