Faye groaned. “You’re going to make me exercise on vacation?”
“You can talk trash the whole time,” I answered. “Then I’ll carry you into the ocean when we’re finished.”
Her eyes sparkled. “You better.”
“Plus, even though it’s the off-season, we gotta stay in shape for baseball,” Dylan remarked.
“All right.” Faye bobbed her head. “I guess it’s allowed, then.”
“So we’ve got naked time, pool, beach, snorkeling, a lazy day, tacos, one hike, and a full fridge,” Dylan summarized. “We’re going to have the best fucking time.”
“Best plans I’ve had in a long time,” she agreed.
The boat kept cutting across the water as we discussed stupid details like who would handle breakfast and whether we were tossing our phones in a drawer or just answering family. It didn’t feel complicated. It felt good, and I wanted it to stay that way even if our time together was limited.
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The villa looked even betterin person than it had in the online listing. Waves crashed gently against the rocks below, and sunlight reflected off the pool, making it look like the most inviting place to be.
“Holy shit,” I whispered in awe, setting down Faye’s and my luggage in the entryway. “I think I could live here forever.”
Faye laughed as she left her purse on the sideboard by the door. “I could get on board with that.”
Jase put the bags he was holding down as he walked toward the patio doors and pushed them open, letting the warm, salty air drift inside. “So are we swimming or what?”
Faye raised an eyebrow. “I was promised tacos. Swimming can wait.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “You heard our lady. Let’s go eat.”
“Careful.” She smirked at me. “A girl could get used to having every wish granted.”
Jase stepped beside us. “That’s fine with us. We plan to spoil you all week.”
We closed the doors and dropped our stuff in the bedroom before walking to the nearby taco bar. The place was exactly what one would expect from an island joint, with open-air seating, bright colors, and delicious smells from the kitchen.
We grabbed a table by the railing. A server came by with menus, and we all ordered a rum punch.
As soon as the glasses hit the table, I downed almost the entire thing. “Okay, I officially feel human again.”
“You still look like you missed out on your beauty sleep,” Jase teased.
I flicked a seed from my lime wedge toward him. “Like you look any better.”
“I think you both look great.” Faye smiled.
Our server returned, and we all ordered the house special tacos that sounded delicious.
“So how does it feel to have a break from baseball and take a vacation?” Faye leaned back and sipped her cocktail.
“Weird, actually,” I admitted. “For as long as I can remember, we’ve played ball year-round.”
“Yeah, even in college, we didn’t get much of a break,” Jase added.
“What did you major in?” she asked.
I snorted. “Are we playing twenty questions or what?”
