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“What kind of tickets?” I ask. “A movie? A concert? An art exhibit? Oh my God, is it the Ren Fair?”
“They’re plane tickets,” he says and I stop.
“Plane?”
“If you don’t want to go, they’re refundable. But I wanted to do something for you, Libby. You work so hard and you’re so incredible and–”
“Where are we going?” I ask with an impatient laugh.
“Costa Rica…”
“Holy shit!” I let out, then cover my mouth worrying the girls are going to wake up. I lower my voice to a very loud whisper. “Costa Rica?”
“If you want. There’s this resort that I’ve gone to for work things and it’s all-inclusive and really beautiful and has five-starrestaurants on it and two pools and a swim-up bar and it's right on the beach and close to shopping. But if it’s too much–”
“And an all-inclusive resort. You want to go to an all-inclusive resort in Costa Rica? With me?”
“Of course, with you. Why would I go alone when I can go with an amazing woman?”
Dax steps closer and pulls me into his arms. He checks the car to make sure the girls are still passed out and then looks back at me.
“I would love to go with you,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Good. Because I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says before kissing me.
Chapter 28
Dax
“Are you sure you can’t come to Vegas with me?” Kai asks. We are at the gym again, spotting each other on the bench. Despite the fact I come here nearly every day, usually very early before work, I wanted to get in some extra time before the trip.
“Sorry, brother, I got other plans.”
“What could be better than going to Vegas with your friends? Damien will be there. You remember Damien.”
“The guy who looks like a vampire?” I ask.
“The guy who started that clothing company in Colorado Springs. From the sound of it, he’s been collaborating with Ralph Lauren. Not to mention Ian. He’s just a magazine editor these days but he’s still a hoot. All of us are. And you know what else? All of us are single.”
There’s a beat where I don’t say anything, I just lift.
“You are still single, aren’t you?” he presses. My patience, not weights.
“Not in so many words,” I say when I feel like it.
“So yes. You’re seeing someone.”
I don’t want to talk about it for obvious reasons, but Kai takes the bar from me and resets it, and I’m forced to engage inconversation. I’ve never liked lying to people, especially people I care about. And as much as Kai is a total idiot some of the time (okay, a lot of the time), he is still my friend. But it’s not like I have any other choice right now.
So, I sit up.
“Who is she?” he asks.
“Someone I met online.”
“Online dating. I fucking knew it.”
“Why did you fucking know it?” I snap. I am already unamused.
