“You’re right.” He sighs, swirling his fingertips along the surface of the water. “I hate that she’s gone, but if she weren’t, then I might never have met you.”
My heart clenches. “Life’s weird like that, isn’t it?”
“How so?” Turning to me, he holds a hand up to shield his eyes.
“Sometimes tragedy leads us to people and places we never imagined. If I’d never met you, I might not have had the courage to cut ties with Rob.”
“Do you ever regret it?”
“Not one bit.” The only time I think about Rob is when I silently thank him for giving me Kane. “All right, enough of this sappy shit,” I clear my throat. “Millie will be mad she missed it.”
When Kane and I return to our adjoining rooms, my wife is wrapped in a bathrobe, her makeup freshly done, blow drying her hair. When I ask her to join me in the shower, she turns me down, but she keeps me company in the bathroom.
“Did your trip to urgent care go okay? I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” I’m met with silence, so I pop my head out of the shower, wiping the water from my eyes. “You still there?”
“Yeah, sorry,” she says, applying mascara. “No wait time. Are you excited for your birthday dinner?”
I blow a raspberry under the water. “You know how I get about celebrating my birthday.”
“Yeah,” she says, her voice all tease. “But that was before you met me.”
The restaurant at the resort is modest, exactly as I hoped it would be. As much as Millie would like to spoil me, I’m damn grateful she respected my wishes for a low-key night. I’m with my two favorite people on this beautiful island; what more could I ask for?
Millie elbows Kane. “Isn’t that the guy from the plane?”
In unison, we scan the restaurant, and sure enough, Maybe Pro-Surfer Dude is leaning against the bar.
“Did you see that?” Kane asks, his hazel eyes swimming with anticipation.
“What?”
Millie grins. “Oh, I saw it, all right.”
“What?” I huff. “Will one of you please tell me what’s going on?”
“He gave himthe look.” Millie waggles her brows.
“What look?”
“Dude, you’ve only been married for a year. You shouldn’t be that clueless,” Kane goads.
“You should go over there,” Millie encourages, pushing his arm lightly. “He’s hot.”
“Amelia,” I scold. “Do not encourage him.”
She waves me off, and Kane doesn’t bother looking at me before he strides over and rests an elbow on the wooden surface. I do not approve of this situation, but I must admit I’m proud of his confident stance.
Maybe Pro-Surfer Dude drops a napkin, and Kane bends to pick it up.
“Did you see that?” I scoff as the guy checks out my little brother as he straightens. “I don’t like the way he’s ogling him.” I squint. “He’s gotta be ten years older than Kane.”
“Hmm. Really? I can think of another couple with a similar age gap,” Millie murmurs.
My stomach sinks. “That’s different.”
My wife quirks a brow.
“Fine.” I sigh, picking up my drink. “If he wants a vacation fling, fine. I just?—”
