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A laugh bubbles up from deep within me. “After all that, I’d better be your girlfriend,” I say, taking his face between my hands and kissing him.
Chapter 16
Josie
With my steaming cup of coffee grasped firmly between my palms, I pad out the back door of the villa, past the pool, and across the manicured lawn to take in the early morning view of the ocean far below. The wind rustles against my silk robe—a cute gift from Chloe to all the bridesmaids—as I take a sip of my coffee.
The whole wedding party had danced late into the night, well past the time when most of the other guests had left—and then we’d all finally made it back to the villa where we’d collapsed in our respective rooms. Will had snuck into mine, where we’d dozed in each other’s arms until just a few minutes ago when I’d woken up and was unable to fall back asleep.
I’m afraid you mightstillbe off limits. Will’s words from last night ring in my head, and I bite my lip. I want to tell her so badly. And I have to. I’m just so afraid of what she’ll say. She and Turner are heading off on their honeymoon to Costa Rica this afternoon where they’ll tube down waterfalls and hike mountains. I don’t want that heavy of a conversation weighing over her during that trip, so I plan to bring it up once we’re all home in Boston. And I hope against hope that she’ll be okay with it.
Because after years of this crush, the mind-blowing sex, and spending last night wrapped peacefully in his arms, I don’t think there’s any option left for me other than to simplybe with Will. There’s no going back.
I hear the creak of a door across the yard, and I turn to see a familiar set of blonde curls. I smile. “Hey,” I greet as Chloe walks up to me, carrying a cup of coffee as well.
She smiles and comes to stand next to me, staring out at the ocean view.
“It was a beautiful wedding, Chloe,” I say, shooting her a soft smile.
“It was, wasn’t it?” she says with a giggle.
We stand in comfortable silence as the sound of distant crashing waves floats up to us.
Finally, Chloe breaks the silence. “Josie?”
I look at her, raising an eyebrow and waiting.
She smiles, but there’s something mischievous in it. “Do you have something to tell me?”
I freeze, and I simply stare back at her. There’s no possible way she’s thinking of what I’m thinking of. “What do you mean?” I press.
She laughs, taking a sip of her coffee and staring at me conspiratorially over the rim of her mug. “Come on,” she says when she’s done. “I’m your best friend, you’re supposed to tell me everything.”
I bite my lip. Does she … know?
Chloe rolls her eyes. “Turner said he saw you and Will sneaking off somewhere at the reception last night,” she comes out and says. “Wanna elaborate?”
Fuck. Okay, so she does know. I grimace. “God, I’m sorry, Chloe. I wanted to tell you, I really did. But I didn’t want to ruin your wedding, and I didn’t want to ruin us, and everything, and it just happened, and—”
“Whoa, Josie, I’m not mad,” Chloe says, reaching out to grab my arm.
I stare at her in shock. “You’re not?” I echo.
Chloe laughs, throwing her head back. “Why would I be mad?”
“Because he’s your brother.”
“And you’re my best friend. You’re two of my favorite people in the world, and I want you both to be happy.”
I blink, her words slowly settling into my brain. “You’re not mad,” I echo.
She shakes her head. “I’m not mad, I’m ecstatic.” She giggles, and slowly I join in, and then we’re both full blown laughing, trying not to spill our coffee.
“So Turner guessed it?” I ask.
She snorts. “Turner said he thought something was up between you two over the bachelorette weekend. And then he saw Will sneak into your room last night.”
I widen my eyes in horror. “I thought we were being discreet.”
