She tilts her head. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I reach for her hand because holding it is easier than looking at her.
“The guest book got to you, didn’t it?”
“Kinda. There’s so much history in these walls.”
“I know. Sometimes, I think about all the people who have come and gone. I always wonder what happened to them after they left.” She squeezes my hand. “We still get tons of postcards.”
“The B&B really is a best-kept secret,” I mutter, pulling her onto the bed with me.
We lie there while the breeze blows through the curtain. My arm wraps around her.
“Fallon texted me seventeen times today,” she says.
“About?”
“You. Us.”
“What did you tell her?”
“To calm down. She doesn’t know the details, just that something happened.”
“It’s a little more than something,” I say.
Before we get too comfortable, my phone vibrates on the table next to me. It’s my best friend, Louis.
“Take it,” Wendy says, seeing the name. “You’ve been rejecting his calls all week.”
“Don’t be logical,” I say, and she reaches across me and answers the call, handing me the phone.
“Hey,” I say with a smile into the receiver.
“Wow. You are alive. I was getting ready to send a search party for you, my friend.” His accent thickens when he’s annoyed. “I thought maybe the island had swallowed you.”
“Don’t you have a wife you should be occupying?”
“I do. But I’d like to talk to you about something important.”
Wendy sips her wine.
“Sure, anything,” I say.
“I’d like you to be the godparent of baby Louis.”
“Oh wow. I’m not great with kids, but, yes, I’d make sure he was taken care of and no one took advantage of him. I’d swear my life on that,” I say.
Louis laughs, and I hear him tell Addison. The two of them are giddy and expecting next month.
“How is Addison?”
“She’s perfect. Beautiful. Going to make a great mom. The love of my entire life.”
“Happy for you,” I say.
“Something is different.” He pauses. “Wait, are you seeing someone?”
Wendy sets her glass down. She walks over and settles into my lap, her legs across the armrest. Her head rests against my shoulder, and her fingers trace the collar of my shirt.
