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“I need to talk to Deacon,” Sway said. “I think maybe you’re right. I need to be on my own for a while… Can I just have a minute, please?”

“Sure.” Roxie gave her another hug then came to help her to her feet. “Want to get breakfast with us?”

“Yes. I think that’s exactly what I need… Providing we stop for a shoe.”

“You’re like Cinderella.” Roxie laughed hooking an arm under hers. “Let’s go get your prince.”

Eating with people without drama, but people who could appreciate their bliss. Stability might be a step too far, given her wobbling stance and all. They needed to decompress and then get some sleep.

THIRTY-ONE

SLEEP THEY DID GET. Thankfully, Alessia returned from her night and crashed in her own room, so there were no questions or concerns to deal with there. Had she once thought her sister liked drama? Shit, that was nothing to what she’d seen recently.

She missed her little sister and needed to check in. After breakfast and sleeping for most of the day, she’d sent a message to her sister asking if they could meet for dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked, putting in one earring and then another.

Zane came over and hooked an arm around her as he bowed to kiss her. “I don’t mind.”

“I’d invite you to eat with us, but I don’t know what she knows about last night and if she has questions…”

“You don’t need to explain yourself. You’re at complete liberty to have dinner with anyone you want, any time you want.”

“You’re going to Roxie’s?”

His lips curled. “Zairn’s, but yeah.”

Ah, cause for pause. “So it’s more his suite than hers?”

“She’s having dinner downstairs with Tripp, Struan, and Sway.”

“Doesn’t make it less her suite,” she said then thought… “Huh.” Her hand landed on her hip, necklace in her fingertips. “You and Zairn are eating separately from the others?”

“You were invited to the other dinner; I told them you were eating with Alessia. Can’t see them having a problem with you bringing your sister if you would rather go to—”

“But I’m not invited to your dinner?” Offense didn’t drive her. Didn’t he know being cryptic intrigued her? “Like you said, you’re at liberty to eat with who you want when you want but…” A little probing wouldn’t hurt, would it? “Roxie would tell me to remind you that I share your bed. I share my body with you. We’re supposed to share—”

“You can have dinner with Zairn and me, if you want.” Returning to her, he swept both arms around her. “We’re eating with the guys, it’s a Kintyre thing. The wedding’s in two weeks and there’s a bachelor party—”

“Say no more,” she said and held up her necklace between them. “Help me put this on?”

He went behind her and she scooped her hair out of the way. Watching his reflection in the mirror as his concentration went on opening the clasp, she got a chance to just appreciate the view.

“Is he nervous?”

“Kintyre? About the bachelor party?”

“About getting married.”

“Oh no,” he said, fastening her necklace then resting his hands where her shoulders met her neck. “Marriage is Kintyre’s thing. Not marriage. Responsibility. He wanted the wedding more than Lilya did, and now they’re having a kid…” She dropped her hair, liking how happy he appeared for his friend. “Kintyre was made for this.”

“That’s nice. It’s nice to see a dream come true, even if it is for other people. Where’s the bachelor party? Is it going to be crazy? Should I keep one eye on the news apps?”

“No, it’s…”

He didn’t carry on, so she turned to him. “What?”

“It’s next week. Next Saturday.” And the gravity of those words registered with the regret in his eyes. “The day before you leave the island.”

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