There’s no way Preston knows that one of the stars of his favorite hockey team gave me his number and wants me to run away with him. Of course he doesn’t know. If he did, he’d be in a fit of rage, tearing this place apart.
The note exists only in the minds of me, Layla, and Logan. Soon, it will be decomposing among the rest of the trash in some dump somewhere. Yet its mere existence—and the very chance, however small, that Preston could find out—terrifies me.
I grab my purse and head out to meet him, already knowing I’ll wish I’d held on to that number someday.
CHAPTER
TEN
LOGAN
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I stare at the bungalow, my gaze landing on the glaringly obvious single bed. I turn to Finn. “Dude, where are the rest of the beds?”
Miles drags his hands down his face and lets out a long sigh. “Why was I roped into the single guys’ vacation anyway? I’m not single.”
Finn shoots back immediately. “Yeah, well, you and Miranda aren’t married either, so technically that counts.”
Miles shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Okay,” I cut in, “but what’s most important right now is the fact that we’re standing in this romantic hut that looks like a honeymoon destination, and there’s only one bed.”
“It’s king-sized,” Finn says, forcing optimism into his voice.
“It’s one bed,” I repeat.
“Look, I agreed to the single guys’ weekend.” I lift my fingers in air quotes. “But I thought having our own beds was a given.”
Finn runs a hand through his hair. “It was supposed to be.” He sighs. “I thought we were getting three separate bungalows with three separate beds. Then we get here to check in, and theyonly have me down for one. Apparently, they’re booked solid. There are no other places available. We only got this one because of a last-minute cancellation.” He gestures around the space. “But come on. Look around. It’s beautiful. The water’s gorgeous. We can step right out onto our deck and jump into the stunning Fijian waters. It’ll be a great weekend. Just don’t think about the sleeping situation.”
I shake my head. “Oh, I’m not going to think about the sleeping situation, but you will be when you’re on the floor tonight. Because I draw the line at spooning with you.”
Finn waves a dismissive hand. “I’m not worried. I’ll get you drunk enough that you won’t even care.” He chuckles.
Miles clears his throat. “Um, I don’t mean to be a downer on your single guys’ weekend, but you do realize”—he looks at Finn—“that this is a prime honeymoon location? All the occupants are couples. Where exactly do you think you’re going to find hot girls to hang out with?”
“I’m sure there are girls here on a girls’ trip,” Finn replies.
Miles walks over to the small table by the entrance and picks up a brochure. He reads aloud, “‘The premier destination for couples.’” Then he holds it out to Finn. “Are you sure about that? Not that I care, because I have Miranda, but you kind of oversold this whole guys’ weekend.”
“Stop bitching,” Finn says. “I promise you it’s going to work out. What do you guys think? Should we jump in the ocean or go get some food and drinks?” Miles asks.
“We’re definitely starting with food and drinks,” I say.
For as much as this place cost us, I expected the food to be better. I get that the price tag is for the stunning ambiance—the kind you can only find here in Fiji—but it wouldn’t kill them to try a little harder with the actual cuisine.
I push a piece of overcooked fish across my plate and glance around the open-air restaurant. Palm fronds sway overhead,strung with delicate white lights that cast a warm glow across the polished teak tables. Beyond the dining area, the sun is beginning its descent, painting the horizon in shades of gold and coral. The ocean stretches endlessly, impossibly blue, lapping gently against the white sand beach just steps away.
It’s breathtaking.
But every single table is occupied by a couple. Hands intertwined across candlelit surfaces. Soft laughter and whispered conversations. Stolen kisses between courses. There’s no doubt this is a honeymoon destination.
Honestly, I’m not even annoyed at Finn. The guy tried, and normally, I’d be all about the adventure. But right now, I’m going through coffee withdrawal—and it has nothing to do with caffeine.
Miles’s phone buzzes, and he picks it up off the table, reading an incoming message. His smile grows wider by the second. He chuckles and types something back.
“Who is that?” Finn sighs.
Miles looks up at us. “Oh, it’s Miranda. She started coaching a new travel team of girls today, and she was just telling me about it.”
