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When we walk outside, Dante puts his arms around both our shoulders. His familiar scent fills my nostrils.
“Me and the dynamic duo—this is the life. When are you coming to Golden?”
“As soon as possible, if I have any say,” Bethany says. “Reagan is in charge of our itinerary.”
They both turn to face me.
“Um, tomorrow? We can go whenever you want.”
“Tomorrow is perfect. You know I’ll be there,” Dante says. “Can’t wait to see you girls.”
He gives me a kiss on the cheek, and hugs Bethany one more time before heading to his car.
I let out a sigh as I watch him walk away. I couldn’t be more ready for a relaxing, uneventful day at sea. I’m hoping the fresh air will help me clear my head and make sense of what’s happening around me.
Chapter Twelve
“Is that the boat we’re sailing on? It’s even better than I expected,” Bethany squeals with delight as she skips down the dock toward Paul’s boat. “Can this trip get any better?”
The weather is perfect today. Sunny, clear blue skies, and a touch of a breeze off the water. At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if Bethany does make the move. She’s been talking non-stop since we left breakfast. Mostly about how good Dante looks. Admittedly, it’s making me feel super uncomfortable. It’s totally my fault though because I haven’t told her about some of my feelings for Dante resurfacing. I doubt she’d be saying the same things if she knew. At least I hope not.
“Next time, we need to convince Dante to come with us,” she says.
Next time?
“We can try. But you heard him—he rarely leaves Golden.”
As we approach the boat, I spot Lila up on the top deck.
“Lila,” I call.
She waves her arms. “Yay, you’re here. Be right down.”
We’re greeted by a server offering mimosas and champagne the second we step on board. I glance at Bethany, whose face lights up as she reaches for a glass. It is nice to see her so happy, and I’m glad I could contribute to that. I’m reminded of times when I know life was difficult for Bethany, starting with her complicated family issues and even my leaving Chicago.
The server holds the tray out to me, but I pass on taking a glass for now. I prefer to get my sea legs before indulging.
“Reagan, Bethany,” Lila calls as she saunters down the stairs. Lila looks stunning as usual in her mini sundress and wedge sandals, her black hair pulled into a loose ponytail over her shoulder. It’s rare for Lila to look less than perfect, and she doesn’t have to put in much effort.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she says, giving us both hugs and air kisses. She seems to be feeling better, more like her usual self. I knew some fresh air would do her a world of good, and a few glasses of champagne probably didn’t hurt.
“I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you,” Bethany says, with actual tears in her eyes. She holds up her champagne flute to Lila. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Lila gives me a curious look. Obviously, she’s surprised by Bethany’s emotional reaction to an invitation.
“You don’t need to thank me. You’re Reagan’s friend, so that makes you my friend.”
Bethany beams. “And guess what—I might become a Miami resident before you know it.”
A look of shock spreads across Lila’s face.
“Really? You’re moving here?”
Bethany shrugs and holds her hands up. “I’m considering it. After these last few days, I don’t know how I’ll be able to go back to Chicago.”
Lila’s eyes shift toward me.
“I have to run to the restroom. I’ll catch up with you in a few,” I announce.
