Isla lets out a big sigh. “You’re such a party pooper. You’ve talked about yours and Tyler’s rendezvouses.”
“Tyler isn’t a blood relative to either of you.”
“Ugh, so many rules. So, Addie, when are you going to take the plunge?”
I’m genuinely confused by her question. Take what plunge? “What are you talking about?”
“Well, now that the world knows you and Sam are in love and have been hiding it for months, are you gonna get married?”
“You sound like my mother. We’ve only been dating a few months.” Though, the thought of being tied to him for life makes me smile a little. Someday.
“Cal told Tyler he thinks you guys will be endgame.”
“Gossiping about my love life? Now you all really sound like my mother. We are super happy, and life is good. Wherever it takes us will be wonderful. There’s no need to rush.”
“So, this means you’re staying in Maine, right?”
This is quickly becoming the least relaxing and most chatty massage I’ve ever been a part of.
“I think the first sign of that was me signing a year lease on my apartment. There’s nothing left for me in Colorado. I can visit my family and vice versa.” At this point, someone couldn’t pay me to move back to Colorado. I’ve made a life for myself out here. I love my job, I’ve made friends, and I met one hell of a guy.
“Oh, yeah. Duh,” Isla says, and I laugh a little.
Maybe if I don’t say anything back, this massage can return to being relaxing.
“Do you think you will move in together?”
Holy crap on a cracker. Can we play fifty questions when I’m not face down and getting a massage?
“Isla, remember that one time we booked a relaxing massage so we could be all Zen-like before your wedding? You are killing my Zen.”
“Well, sorry. It’s not my fault you kept me in the dark and now I have no answers. Even Liv knew about you guys.”
At this, I pick up my head and glare at the back of Liv’s head. “You told her I told you before I told her. Why?” I wait for an answer but am met with a soft snore instead. Well, at least someone is relaxed.
Isla’s laugh fills the room. “I’m just giving you shit. I’ll stop with the twenty questions now.”
“Thank you.”
“One last question—”
“Isla, I swear to all that is holy, if you do not let me enjoy this, I will swim back to Maine right fucking now.” The masseuse finally breaks the imaginary fourth wall and chuckles.
Her voice turns mocking. “Gosh, you don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
I don’t answer in hopes that I will be granted the peace and serenity I paid for.
We all gather by the pool, toes freshly painted and mostly relaxed from the massage.
“Why didn’t we just go sit by the beach? We can sit next to a pool in Maine,” Liv says, peering at us from under her sunglasses.
“I don’t want the sand to chip my polish,” Isla says, wiggling her French-tipped toes. I opted for hot pink and Liv chose turquoise.
“Okay, I’ve got an itch for a Mai Tai. Fair warning, only get one. They’re straight alcohol. I learned the hard way.” Getting to the bar, we all get a round of drinks, and Liv gets a nice, crisp seltzer water.
“Any big plans for after the wedding?”
“Besides thoroughly consummating the marriage? I should show you the lingerie I packed for the big day,” Isla says. Liv glares and I laugh. “What? It’s a common practice.” Isla clearly likes getting a rise out of Liv. Personally, I’m really enjoying life right now.