“Sawyer, I love you,” he vowed hoarsely.
Shoving down my own insecurity, I patted his arm. “I know. I love you.”
Zac grimaced. “Shit, I really am sorry.”
“Probably a bad idea you invited her over here tonight.” Maddie glowered at him. “Why would you do that?”
Sebastian pulled me tighter against him. “You did what?”
His friend gaped. “I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.”
The sound of my phone ringing distracted me from the annoyance burning through my blood and fogging my brain at the thought of having to socialize with one of Sebastian’s flings. “I have to get that.”
“Sawyer …”
I tugged out of Sebastian’s hold, and he reluctantly released me.
Zac muttered another apology to his friend as I got out of the pool. Grateful for the interruption, I snatched up my phone. It was my mother. “Hey, Mum, what’s up?”
Words hurried and shaky, she relayed without preamble, “I don’t want you to panic, because she’s going to be okay, but January was in a car accident this morning.”
Despite her words, panic froze me to the spot. “What? She’s okay, though?”
I was vaguely aware of everyone in the pool growing quiet as Mum replied, “She’s got a few bumps and bruises … and a broken wrist. But she’s going to be okay.”
“A broken wrist?” I cried.
Splashing from behind had me whirling around. Sebastian was wading out of the pool, his features etched with concern.
“January was in a car accident.”
“Bugger,” he muttered, hurrying out as my friends all followed him.
“She’s in the hospital getting checked over, but we’re taking her home soon. I wanted you to know,” Mum continued.
“I’m coming home.”
“No, Jan wouldn’t want that.”
“I’m not staying here after my sister’s been in a car accident. I’m coming home.”
“Lily—”
“I’m coming home. I’ll let you know when I’m about to board my flight.”
“Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you soon.”
We hung up and Sebastian pulled me into his arms. “She’s fine,” I mumbled against his chest. “But she’s broken her wrist. I need to go home.”
“Of course. We’ll pack now and grab the next flight.”
“No.” I jerked away. “I’m not ruining your holiday. Or my friends’ holiday.”
“Lily, it’s fine. We understand.” Maddie rested a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. “We’ll all head home.”
“No,” I insisted. “Please. It’ll make me feel worse if you guys leave too. Just stay and enjoy yourselves and I’ll keep you updated.”
“I’m not letting you fly alone when you’re distressed.” My boyfriend’s tone brokered no argument.
