Page 8 of Promise Not To Fall

She hesitates, lowering her voice purposely. “Well….”

I know that look. “You’re ditching me, aren’t you?”

“It’s just that Wesley wants to be alone for tonight.” She gives me her little scrunched nose again, dancing around her words. “First day here and all.”

Rolling my eyes, I reach inside my suitcase for the black heels that match the sundress I’m wearing. “Whatever. Ditch me.”

“I promise!” she yelps, clapping her hands together. “I have a complete spa day planned for us tomorrow.” She knows me well. Too well. I’ll do anything for a spa day and a massage. “They have—” She pauses for effect, like normal. “—an elemis frangipani body nourish wrap.”

See, that I can do. And I let her off the hook.

Part of me knew that when I got to the Bahamas, I’d be on my own. Nothing against Rylee, but it didn’t matter how many times she promised me this wouldn’t happen, it was inevitable. It isn’t her fault. The trip is for them, and I just happen to be along for the ride.

Rylee and I are completely opposite from each other. Friends for years, but you would think, given our personalities, that we don’t ever get along. She’s exactly the type of person who drives me mad. I would have probably set fire to her had she not been like family to me. She kisses my cheek before leaving. “Love you. Stay out of trouble.”

I laugh, straightening out the wrinkles in my dress. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Good point.”

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