Brighton was insulted. âIâm not brand-new.â
âWell? What did Google say?â
âNot a whole hell of a lot. It pretty much verified everything I already knowâvague references to corporate wheelings and dealings. But I couldnât find anything personal. No social media or embarrassing photos from college.â
âAnd you still got on the plane and signed the marriage certificate.â Kira clicked her tongue.
âWhatever. Whatâs done is done, and we can always get divorced.â
âThatâs the spirit.â
Brighton noticed the flickering glow of a bonfire on the other side of the bay. âWhat do you think Colin is doing right now?â
âDonât go down that rabbit hole,â Kira advised. âAt least one of us should get some sleep tonight.â
Brighton rolled over onto her side. âDo you think heâs really found his soul mate? Do you think theyâll be happily married for fifty years?â
âI think
your
marriage has a better chance of working out than his does. And thatâs saying something.â
âAw. Youâre sweet.â
âIâm so glad youâre going to stay in town for a bit,â Kira said. âItâs nice to have someone who knew me before.â
Brighton didnât have to ask before what. She pressed the phone closer to her ear. âIâm glad, too.â
âAnd donât worry.â Kiraâs tone lightened. âIf you end up dead in a puddle of Dolce and Gabbana cologne under mysterious circumstances, Iâll know who did it.â
chapter 10
T he next morning Brighton woke up alone, surrounded by tangled white sheets and empty bottles of Gatorade. She could glimpse slices of ocean, sky, and sand through the slats in the white wooden shutters that covered the glass doors leading out to the balcony.
Before she had time to start speculating as to Jakeâs whereabouts, he appeared at the bedroom door. âOh good,â he said. âYouâre awake.â
âIâm awake.â She stretched both arms toward the ceiling, then let them fall back on the pillows. âI canât remember the last time I slept so well. The ocean is the best white-noise machine ever.â
âIâve got some conference calls later this afternoon, but Iâm all yours this morning.â He walked over to the nightstand and put down a mug of coffee.
She clapped her hand to her heart. âYou made coffee for me?â
âI figured you might be ready for a break from Gatorade.â
âCoffee is perfect.
You
are perfect.â The words slipped outbefore her better judgment kicked in. âWhich I know is impossible. Would you please just tell me whatâs wrong with you, already? Come on. Get it over with.â
He sat at the foot of the bed, giving her his full attention without crowding her. âWhat do you feel like doing today? I can show you around town.â
Sheâd come to view Jake as some sort of nocturnal, man-whoring superhero. He didnât do mundane things like show a visitor around town. He was . . . well, he was Jake Sorensen: larger than life and less than human.
Brighton tried to come up with a suggestion that didnât involve private jets or drive-through chapels. Something normal. Something she might do with Colin. âWell . . .â
âYouâll need something to wear,â he pointed out.
âMy overnight bag is still in my car, which is still parked by the Whinery.â She paused. âI hope. Maybe I can get one more day out of this suit?â She wrinkled her nose as she glanced at the floor, where her skirt, blazer, blouse, and shoes were strewn across the rug.
âYou canât,â he decreed.
She draped a sheet around her shoulders like an oversize poncho, clambered out of bed, and started picking up the wrinkled clothes. âI have a Tide stick in my bag. All I need is
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