“Boston,” I reply. “Born and raised.”
“Ahh.” She nods. “So you’re an East Coast boy.”
Proudly, I state, “Through and through.” I take a sip of juice. Then, after setting my glass back down on the table, I ask her, “What about you? I know you live there now, but are you from Phoenix originally?”
“I am,” she confirms. “I love it there. I even attended Arizona State. That’s where I met Shay.”
I nod once. “Got it.” I take a bite of eggs, and then, as I’m swiping a napkin over my mouth, I tell her something I’ve been thinking about since she mentioned their wedding planning business. “By the way, I’m impressed that you and your friend run your own company at such a young age.”
She smiles at me. “Thanks,” she says. “But I’m not that young.”
“Oh yeah?” I cock my head to the side. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-six.”
I snort. “That’s young, girl. Hell, I’m twenty-seven. I guess that makes me over the hill.”
She laughs, then shakes her head and says, “No, not at all. I guess when you think about it, we’re both doing okay for being in our mid-twenties.”
Chuckling, I reply, “Yeah, I’d say so.”
As we work on finishing up with breakfast, we talk about the day ahead.
“I’m seeing a lazy beach day on the agenda,” I declare.
Pointing her fork at me, she says, “That sounds great. I think I’ll join you.”
Hell, it’s not like we have a ton of options. Not to mention, lazy beach days are exactly why we’re here.
“Cool,” I reply.
Once we’re done eating, we once again work together on cleaning up the kitchen.
“What a team,” she says, raising her hand when the last plate is loaded into the dishwasher.
Laughing, I high-five her, then say, “I’m going to go get ready to hit the beach.”
“Same,” she replies. “Meet you out there in about twenty minutes?”
“Sounds good. If I get there first, I’ll save you a lounger,” I tease.
That makes her laugh.
Damn, I love to see her smile.
But what I’m really going to love is seeing Willa in a swimsuit.
Please let it be a bikini.
Breakfast was fantastic. Shane not only plays great hockey, he makes some mean-ass scrambled eggs. Even though I played it off like I’d leave it be, I plan to get that family recipe out of him before I go home.
Ugh, speaking of which, it’s so beautiful here that I don’t even want to think about leaving. Not that I should be worrying about it yet, as this is only my first full day. I have a lot of time ahead of me.
With many days to spend with Shane.
To work on a friendship, my sensible side says.
To hell with sensible for the moment. I’m in my bedroom putting on one of my sexiest bikinis. It’s a shiny purple material that really sparkles in the sun. I want to be glowing out there.
