My heart clenched. Their thoughtfulness was making me emotional.
“I think I want to add these,” I said, attaching a J and a D to the bracelet.
Jase nodded. “Looks perfect.”
Dylan handed the bracelet to the saleswoman. “We’ll take it.”
As the woman started boxing it up, Dylan patted his pockets frantically.
“Shit. My wallet. I left it in the shop where I bought that T-shirt for Cammie.”
Jase snorted. “If you wanted me to pay, you could have just said so.”
Dylan shot him a glare. “Fuck off. I’ll be right back.”
He jogged out of the store, and Jase pulled out a card and paid.
We stepped outside and stood next to the railing overlooking the bay.
Jase reached into the bag and pulled out the bracelet. “Let me put this on you.”
I lifted my wrist, and he fastened the clasp, then admired how the charms caught the light.
“It really was sweet of you two to get this for me,” I whispered. “I wanted something to remember this trip.”
“Yeah.” He toyed with one of the charms. “This week went by too fast.”
When we got backto the villa, the guys changed out of their clothes and into swim trunks, planning to squeeze in one last dip before sunset. I wandered into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.
My phone buzzed on the counter.
Then buzzed again.
And again.
I picked it up and saw two texts from Fallon:
What the hell? You’re on vacation with Jase Matthewson?
Am I really finding out on social media that you two are dating?
My stomach flipped so hard I thought I might be sick as I opened the link he’d sent.
A photo of Jase fastening the charm bracelet around my wrist filled the screen. He was smiling down at me and standing closeenough that anyone could jump to whatever conclusion they wanted.
The caption from some gossip account read:
PLAYING FOR THE PRESIDENT’S DAUGHTER: FIRST DAUGHTER SPOTTED GETTING COZY WITH RED SOX DRAFTEE JASE MATTHEWSON. IS THIS AMERICA’S NEW IT COUPLE?
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” I groaned.
Before I could respond to my brother, a new text came through:
Mom: Saw something online. Call me when you get a chance
I typed back:
It’s just a misunderstanding. We can chat tomorrow once I’m back home
