James’s brow furrows. “Where did those come from?”
“Your vacation fairy godmother. Behold, your vacation casual drawer.” I point inside. “Linen and khaki shorts, lightweight shirts, etc. Your personal shopper didn’t leave you hanging.”
“That drawer’s been here the whole time?” He sounds skeptical.
“Thank god it is, or the Greek sun would have withered you alive with your wool suits.”
“I know how to exist in warm temperatures, you know,” he sniffs. “I’m the CEO of a multinational media empire. I’m more than capable of dressing myself.”
“Apparently not. You don’t even know what’s in the drawers in your own closet.” I point to one I haven’t opened yet. “What’s in that one?”
He pinches his lower lip, thinking. “Socks?”
“Because you really need two separate sock drawers.” I pull it open and gasp.“Oh my god.”
“What?”
I hold up a tiny Versace thong. “This is your lingerie drawer.”
James’s eyes about pop out of his head. “Mywhat?”
“Your personal shopper really gave you the full treatment. Everything you could possibly need to feel like your sexiest self. Thongs, silk boxers, robes…oh my god, James, youhaveto try this on.”
When I hold up the leather harness, James’s face turns a shocking shade of red. “Where does itgo?”
“Around your shoulders. Come on! I’ll help!”
When I stand up, harness in hand, James takes three long steps backward. “I don’t want to think about why my wife knows how to put on a men’s leather harness.”
“Don’t be insane, I have no idea what I’m doing. But you’re ‘more than capable of dressing yourself,’ right? I’m sure between the two of us, we can figure it out.”
James points through the door. “Get out of my closet.”
I toss the harness back in the drawer and hold up my hands in defeat. “Fine. No harness. But you should at least try some of those silk boxers. They’re crazy soft.”
“Thanks for the advice on my undergarments.”
As I’m leaving the closet, his hand closes around my wrist, stopping me. “Do you have any reservations about this trip?”
“What do you mean?”
“I just mean, are you sure you want to go? Because if you have any reservations, it's fine if you want to stay here. I invited you because I wanted to, but you're under no obligation.”
I tilt my head, confused. I have no idea where this is coming from. Just a minute ago, I was happily packing away tank tops and sketchbooks. Did I say something to make him think I was second-guessing it?
I just shrug. “Life is too short to waste any of it, and I’ve always wanted to go to Greece.”
The frown on James’s face deepens. His lips part like he might say something, then he brushes his thumb over my inner wrist and releases my hand.
“Then we’ll go,” he says.
I walked back to my room, uncertain about the conversation we just had. Did James change his mind about the trip? Did he decide it was a bad idea, and did he hope I’d tell him to cancel it? Or is he getting more suspicious about my scar than I thought?
I rake my fingers through my hair. God, what a mess. I was so excited when James offered this trip. Greece was always a dream destination, and I’m dying to get access to stones that are only found there. But if James doesn’t want me to go, I should probably find an excuse to cancel.
Just then, my phone dings.
James
