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“Two thousand eight hundred and sixty-three,” Sara reports. “And his net worth is—oh my God.”

“Let me see.” Eve peers at the screen and blanches. “Oh my. No wonder he paid Kit so well for the study.”

I’ve never been one to care about money, so I don’t bother to ask for the number. “What else does it say?”

“He grew up between London and New York. Went to a boarding school in Connecticut, graduated from Harvard with an MBA in business. Made his money in real estate, then expanded into hotels and vacation properties.”

“What does it say under ‘personal’?” Pretty sure that’s the section that lists romantic relationships. Not that I think he’s lying about not being married.

“That section is missing.” Sara frowns at the screen. “Weird.”

“It just names his parents and grandparents.” Eve’s brow furrows. “I can ask Kit if he knows anything.”

“Don’t worry about it.” It’s not like I’ll see him again once I get on a plane tomorrow. “Have my sisters been hounding you?”

“Kit and I sat them down for a talk.” Eve twists her hair into a floppy bun. “You said it was okay to tell them where you went, so we explained that time spent at Crystal Bliss is sacred. That it’s better to give you some breathing room. A chance to get settled and relax.”

“Thank you.” Tears fill my eyes when I think of my sisters. I love them all dearly, but right now I need space. “I’m glad I cleared my calendar for the honeymoon.”

Even as I say it, I know that was irresponsible. My patients might need me, and can I really be gone this long?

Sara must notice the worry on my face. “Everything’s going to be fine,” she assures me. “We can water your plants or pick up your things from Hayden if you want us to.”

“Whatever you need,” Eve agrees. “Just take care ofyou, okay?”

It was just a few months ago I spoke those exact words to Eve. I urged her to take time at Crystal Bliss to tend to her needs.

I won’t be getting the full Jilted Brides Honeymoon Club experience, but I can use my short time away to get my head on straight.

“Thank you.” I find a fluffy white washcloth and use it to dab at my eyes. “I should probably hang up and see about rebooking my flight.”

“Fingers crossed you don’t get caught up in that pilots’ strike.” Eve squints at the screen. “Hey, are you in one of those tubs they use for the Bubble of Trouble? That’s the sexy bubble bath enchantment with?—”

“What pilots’ strike?”

“It’s all over the news.” Sara makes a face. “I guess it’s affecting multiple airlines.”

“Huh.” That’s not good. “Hopefully it’s resolved soon. And yes, this bathtub is great. You could definitely fit an orgy in here.”

Eve giggles. “Or one very acrobatic, enthusiastically amorous couple. Not that I’d know.”

“Bubble bath’s irritating to vaginal tissue.” I sound so obnoxious. “Good way to get a yeast infection.”

“Check the label.” Eve grins. “Everything at Crystal Bliss is organic and safe for all orifices. You can probably eat it if you want.”

“I’ll pass.” And I’m about to pass out if I don’t get out of this tub. “Thanks for listening, guys. And for being there.”

“We’re always here for you.” Sara blows me a kiss. “We’ll give you an in-person hug when we see you.”

“Love you,” Eve says. “Give Ashton Holyfield more than a hug when you seehim.”

I laugh and swirl my free hand through the bubbles. “I sincerely doubt I’ll see more than his hand waving goodbye at the dock tomorrow.”

“We’ll see,” Eve says, grinning. “That place has a way of twisting your life around when you least expect it.”

“Ha.” I sincerely doubt that’ll happen for me. Not with such limited time and a resort that’s not even open. “Love you guys.”

“Love you, too,” they chime.

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