Connor turned and lifted up his own sunglasses to better look at her. She was a vision in the black bikini, and he still couldn't quite figure out what she saw in him. The age difference didn't bother him, every woman on the planet or back on the island (with the exception of the vampires, and he wasn't into necrophilia) were centuries younger than himself and it was something he'd long since come to terms with. He could be grumpy, reclusive and a pain in the rear, and yet she seemed to like him anyway.
"You're welcome." He smiled and reached over with his free hand to take hers. "I thought you could do with a real vacation and the opportunity presented itself. You can't do much better than this for someplace to just relax and have fun."
It seemed an appropriate moment, so Connor took a deep breath and brought up a subject he'd been thinking about for weeks. "When we get back, how about you move into the townhouse with me? You and the twins." He liked kids even though he couldn't have them himself, it helped break him out of his shell.