#mb006

   There was simply no way Andris Kardos of Hungary was camping out by the beach. He had done it once -- and only once -- for that two weeks, and it was more than enough to reaffirm his hatred for the outdoor activity. Who wanted to ‘rough it out’ when there was a perfectly good bed waiting for him in the villa? 

   Hence, his staying inside, far away from the ‘rough’, whilst nestled perfectly in the place he currently called home.

   But when he heard the knock on the villa door, something told him it was going to be anyone but peace. Sure enough, he found his half sister, Morgan, on the other side. The displeased reaction he often sported said it all.

   ❝What is it this time? Petra got you again?❞ he snarked, leaning against the door frame as one hand remained on the door, effectively blocking the entrance to his abode.