At Trixie’s words, I press my phone against my chest. “What?”
“Sorry, I’m already a little tipsy and I can be nosy. I really didn’t mean to pry. I just saw that it was a guy’s name on your phone.”
“It’s nothing.”
Trixie’s lips poke out and she looks between Nate and me. “Are you sure?”
I lean away, jaw going tight. I need to get out of here. The last person I want to talk about is Rob when her husband looks just like him.
Just as the thought crosses my mind, I look up and see Nate walking toward me. “Mind if I steal Maisie?” he asks. “She has a short social fuse, and I think she’s at her limit.”
“Oh, of course. Very chivalrous, by the way.” She winks one more time before going back to her own husband.
I want to scream.
Nate waves to them both before we head back to the room. He finally speaks to me when we’re alone in the elevator.
“So, was I right? You looked a little done with that conversation.”
“You’re very right. She was nice, but she talked about her proposal the whole time.”
He nods, and I know he understands that proposals and weddings in general are the last thing I want to talk about.
“You know, I bet no one’s at the running track right now. Need to clear your head?”
“You’re wanting to go running?”
“Want is a strong word. But you enjoy it. And I brought my shoes.” He looks at me with a casual smile. It makes my heart flip. “So, wanna race?”
My legs areon fire and I can’t seem to catch a breath. My runs are never fun, but this is a new level.
“You are . . . a fucking . . . cheater.”
Nate laughs, even though he fell onto the ground the second we passed our final lap. “I have longer legs than you, berry.”
“Don’t use my nickname at a time like this.”
“Your face looks like one of those strawberries. I can’t help it.” I want to throw something at him. The only thing is my hair band. “Hey! Hey! Foul!”
“You’re lucky I didn’t body slam you.”
“You couldn’t even if you tried. You’re too tired.”
“Fuck you.” I shake my hair out and it blows in the breeze. The running trail is high up with an incredible view. The sun has long since set and the ship lights are the only thing I can see.
It’s almost eerie.
When I look back down, Nate is looking at me.
“Still red as a strawberry?” I ask.
“Yep.”
I roll my eyes, but hold out a hand to help him up.
“I got it,” he says and slowly gets onto his feet. I stare at my hand with a frown. I was hoping that hand touching was on the table ever since he grabbed mine in the room, but that must’ve been a one-time thing. A fluke. “We should get back to the room and figure out sleeping.”
That pulls me out of my thoughts. “I’ll take the?—”
