Well, when in Rome, right? I held the glass up in a cheers motion and took a sip. I felt Conner’s hand on my back as he took a glass too.
As the stewardess stepped aside, I saw that the large outdoor table was set with a pair of matching white plates trimmed in navy, bearing the initialsSSin the middle. A bouquet of what I now knew, after months of wedding planning, were pink ranunculus sat in the center of the table.
“Hungry?” Conner asked.
I raised my eyebrows. “Not a date,” I replied.
“When would brunch ever be a date?” He grinned. Brunch was basically always a date.
We sat down and one of the men who had helped me into the boat appeared. “Brunch will be served as soon as we get underway.”
I eyed Conner. “Is this your life?”
He burst out laughing. “You’re joking, right?”
I shrugged. I didn’t know him. The engines roared to life.
“I literally had to get my passport to come here. This is the first time I’ve left the country. But I haven’t taken a vacation since…” He paused, thinking. “Well, ever. I have never taken a vacation since I started work. When the Garrisons said I could stay on their boat I wasn’t exactly expecting this, to be honest.”
I felt myself relax as we began to pull away from the shore.
“May I say, though, that I’m glad you’re here to share this foray into luxury with me?”
“May I say I’m glad too?” I could already tell these islands weregoing to look completely different from the water than they did from my treehouse room. I was instantly glad I had come.
“So, overall,” Conner asked, “has this been the honeymoon you were expecting?”
I laughed so hard I almost spit out my drink.
“Oh, good,” he said. “I took a risk there. I was afraid it was too soon.”
Itwastoo soon. Even still, I smiled as a plate of eggs Benedict appeared before me.
“Miss, we also have vegan and gluten-free options if you prefer,” the stewardess said.
I smiled. “I will eat pretty much anything that doesn’t eat me first.”
She laughed.
Savoring my first bite I said, “So this is the glamorous life of an architect, huh? Hundred-foot sailboats, crews calling you sir, jet-setting around the globe?”
Conner nodded. “Absolutely. Or maybe paralyzing self-doubt tempered by tiny glimpses of glory, which are then tempered again by negative reviews from random passersby about your buildings that make you reconsider your entire life and everything in it.”
I laughed but I was also realizing how strange it was that he had come out here alone. “It seems unfair,” I said, wiping my mouth, “that you know my whole sad backstory and I don’t know any of yours.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t knowallmy sad backstory.
“I don’t really have one. I have a super normal life.”
“No one has a normal life,” I interjected.
“True. But, I mean, my parents have been married for forty years and still hold hands, and my sister married the guy she’s been dating since high school and just had her first kid.”
“Those guys you’ve been dating since high school don’t always turn out the way you think.”
Conner raised his glass. “Lucky for me.”
I smirked. “But happy parents are underrated, I think.”
“Yours aren’t?”
