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Cassidy presses her teeth into her bottom lip for a second before nodding. “You’ve convinced me.”

That wasn’t hard at all.

Together, we find a local taxi to take us back to the resort. Once we’re tucked away in the backseat where no one else can see us, I take her hand and rest it on my thigh.

“I got this for you,” I say as I wrap the beaded bracelet around her wrist and clip it closed.

“Oh, Marc…” she gasps as she gently pinches the wooden sun charm between her fingertips.

“You remind me of the sun,” I tell her. “Radiant. Bold. Hot would be cheesy, but it’s true. There’s no other person in my life who shines like you do.”

Cassidy lifts her eyes to mine, awe filling them. “Thank you.”

I lean forward and press a gentle kiss against her forehead. “No need. It looks great on you.”

Cassidy admires the bracelet for a few moments before resting her head on my shoulder. Her hand moves to mine, and just for that ride back, I let myself pretend that we’re more than what we actually are.

Chapter twenty-one

Chapter 21: Cassidy

Jackson was right. My room does have the best view.

“It’s cool you can see the pool, though,” I tell Marcus as we stand in front of the glass balcony door, looking out at their slightly obstructed view.

They sort of have a beach view, but there are a lot of palm trees in the way. The pool is directly below their room, so it’s a great spot to people watch.

“I feel weird watching people swim,” Marcus replies.

Amusement warms me as he looks away from the pool. “If I was down there swimming, you’d watch me.”

Marcus laughs and shakes his head. “Not in a creepy way.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” I say before rolling my neck a few times, trying to loosen the tension in my muscles.

Don’t get me started on how bad my hips and feet hurt. Even if I wasn’t averaging around 10,000 steps a day, they’d be killing me.

If I ever get pregnant again, I’m not traveling in those nine months. I’m going to sit at home, get off my feet, and actually relax.

Marcus moves behind me and gently massages my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the back of my neck. “You should go get a massage.”

I almost moan because the pressure feels so good. He knew exactly what I needed.

“Why would I do that when you’re right here with those talented hands of yours?” I ask, a smile straying onto my lips.

He’s actually really good at this, but if he’s going to be massaging anyone, I would prefer it to be me. Not that I have any right to be possessive over him.

Marcus chuckles and kisses the back of my head. “You should relax for the rest of the day while everyone else is gone.”

I rest when I can, which isn’t very often during the day. I’m always checking on people making sure that they’re having a good time and that they have everything they need, especially the bride and the groom. Whether someone lost their phone or has yet to receive an extra towel from housekeeping, I’m on top of everything.

I’m not a graphic designer this week.

I’m the best damn maid of honor there is.

I actually have control over that.

“Maybe I’ll take a nice hot bath,” I sigh, my eyes fluttering shut as he increases the pressure on my aching muscles.