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I smile and hug her back, peering over her shoulder at the mixture of Mediterranean and Hispanic styles that make the resort look modern and upscale but also culturally festive. I can only imagine how nice the suites are.

And the spa. The pool. The outdoor and indoor bars. The five-star restaurants. The beach.

“A lot of internet browsing,” I reply as we release each other. “Where’s Ryan?”

“Drinking his third rum runner at the bar by the pool,” Sarah laughs. “We’ll all get dinner tonight once you’re settled.”

“Sounds good,” I tell her. “I just need to get my room key and drop my luggage off.”

“I’ll help,” Sarah quips before taking one of my suitcases. “Are you ready for the best vacation ever?”

It’s a bit of a mixture between work and play for me since I have so much to do as maid of honor, but at least I’m in a beautiful place. Maybe it’ll be easier for me to forget about everything here.

Or I’ll be constantly reminded once the guys show up in a few days for the welcome dinner.

“Absolutely,” I reply as we walk to the front desk together. “Checking in. Cassidy Monroe.”

Once I get my key and a rundown of the amenities, I walk over to one of the two elevators and step inside the first one that opens.

Sarah follows me inside. “I heard the spa is amazing. We should go tomorrow.”

Dull pain radiates throughout my back and feet just from standing there. A massage would probably do me wonders.

“That sounds perfect. I really need a massage.”

She bumps her shoulder against mine. “Are you working yourself too hard, Cass? You know, I’m happy to help out with the wedding stuff.”

I shake my head. “I’ve got it covered. I’m just recovering from some late nights working.”

That’s not entirely a lie, but what’s keeping me up late at night isn’t work. It’s everything else.

I’m going to be a mom. My entire life is going to change, and nothing will ever be the same. When the truth comes out, I could lose people I love.

I’ve been abandoned before. I don’t want to go through that again.

Ryan stuck by my side through everything. He never left, but this might make him walk away from me.

He isn’t very forgiving when it comes to people lying to him and stabbing him in the back.

“Just please try to relax a little. Have some drinks. Take a swim,” she encourages me as we walk out of the elevator together, my suitcases rolling behind us.

“I’ll try to relax,” I promise her.

I’ll most likely fail, but I’ll still try.

I unlock the door to my suite and step inside, my jaw dropping. “Holy shit.”

And that’s an understatement.

I didn’t even need a suite, but Sarah and Ryan insisted that I have a nice room all to myself for all the work I’ve been doing for them.

For an entire week, I have a king-sized bed, an ocean view with a balcony, a private bar and coffee maker, and a large oval tub to enjoy. This is even nicer than my room in Las Vegas.

“Only the best for the best,” Sarah tells me, bumping her hip against mine as she walks past me to leave my suitcase by the closet.

I kick off my sandals and flop down onto the large bed, sighing in relief as my feet leave the floor. It feels like I’m on a cloud.

I think I want to stay here forever.