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CHAPTER 1

REMI

I look suspicious.

The hood of my sweatshirt is pulled up and cinched, hiding my dark hair and half of my face while my sunglasses cover the other half. I’m like a celebrity trying not to be recognized by the paparazzi. My cover seemed like a good idea in theory, but now I’m dying of heat stroke—has Key West never heard of air conditioning?—and the glasses make everything so dark I can’t see where I’m going.

So I follow Matt.

AKA my ex-boyfriend.

The reason for my suspicious look.

Of course we would be on the same direct flight from Houston to Key West.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I reach for it. I have to lift my sunglasses to read who’s calling.

It’s my roommate, Chelsea.

“Hey,” I say, putting the phone to my ear.

“So? Did Matt see you on the plane?”

I hang back by a pillar while the rest of the people on my flight hover around the baggage carousel.

“No.”

Matt was three rows ahead of me. The second I saw him board the plane, I texted Chelsea in sheer panic. Matt and I haven’t seen each other since I broke his heart, so naturally, it felt like the perfect time to duck and hide.

Technically, I broke both of our hearts. I’m a heartbreaker—it’s a tough label to live with.

Who breaks up with the perfect guy the day of his mom’s funeral?

Me.

I do that.

Because I’m a broken mess.

Thanks, Mom. I appreciate the childhood trauma.

At least that’s what my therapist labeled it as.

“Where’s Matt now?” Chelsea asks.

“He’s waiting for his luggage.” I glance up and down his frame. He always did look good in athletic shorts that hit a few inches above the knee. He has great legs. That’s precisely why I bought him the pair he’s wearing now.

“You know, you’re going to be with Matt all weekend at the wedding festivities. You might as well go talk to him and get it over with.”

“It’s awkward, and maybe he doesn’t want to talk to me.” It’s not like he ran after me when I ended things. He just let me go. Didn’t fight for us. Didn’t try to contact me and change my mind. For all I know, he’s happy to be rid of me. “He’s clearly moved on with his life.”

Chelsea gasps. “Did he bring a date with him to the wedding?”

“No!”

“Are you sure?”

“Unless he decided to ask the blonde flight attendant that was flirting with him the entire plane ride to be his date.”

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