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Her voice is honey thick and laced with a Southern drawl. “At last we meet.”
“How are Stevens and Hawn?” I ask after we shake hands.
Her smile widens. “Stevens is holding a grudge. Especially against Killian. We’ve seen nothing but his tail in the air, ass in our faces since we came back.”
I laugh at that. “He seems the type to make you suffer.”
“I told Killian to check his pillowcase for revenge pee. Hawn probably feels the same, but I’m not a fish gal so I wouldn’t know how to spot it.”
There’s something soothing about her manner, and she’s soon digging into a hamper she brought along and handing out fried chicken sliders to go with the champagne Sophie is passing around.
“You sure you’re okay with leaving Felix for the weekend?” Brenna asks her.
“Not gonna lie,” Sophie says. “Momma me is weeping for her baby. But the sleep-deprived, frazzled I-gotta-be-free is weeping with relief.” She shrugs. “Gabriel urged me to go and have a break. God, I do love that man.”
Libby gleams with glee. “I remember when I first met Scottie. He scared the shit out of me. Total ice man. Watching him become a big ol’ marshmallow is highly entertaining.”
Sophie laughs. “Our baby boy broke him good.”
Brenna leans in. “Before we left, I programmed his ring tone to play the Paw Patrol theme song.”
Sophie squeals with laughter.
“Paw Patrol?” I ask, half laughing at their glee.
“A kids’ show.” Brenna waggles her brows.
We all snicker. The ride out to the Hamptons speeds by as Libby tells us about her time in Australia. I hadn’t bothered to ask where we’re staying but the car takes a turn down a smaller lane near the sea and then stops at a gate. The tires crunch over a gravel drive, and a house comes into view. It’s a huge gray shingle-style house, complete with fluffy clouds of hydrangeas fronting the porch.
“Wow,” I say as we come to a stop.
“Pretty great, isn’t it?” Libby follows me out of the limo.
“Who owns it?”
Brenna starts up the wide center staircase. “The boys. It’s one of the few properties they bought together as a band.”
The boys. John. I don’t want to stay at his house. It hurts to think of him here, that he’ll spend time in this house when I’m out of his life and long gone. But I can hardly say that now or ask to be taken home.
Brenna leads us inside and into the living room. I stand there, gaping around at the creamy white paneled walls and big, comfy cream-colored sofas. Everything is soft and restful, the type of place you can dream the day away.
“You like?” Sophie asks, standing at my side.
“You ever see that movie Something’s Gotta Give with Diane Keaton? Where she reluctantly falls for smarmy Jack Nicholson while he’s convalescing at her spectacular Hamptons house?”
Libby’s mouth falls open. “I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection before. This looks exactly like her house.”
In other words, my dream beach house.
“You want to hear the scary bit?” Brenna says, wide-eyed herself. “Jax was in charge of design.”
“What?” Sophie gapes. “Mr. English Manor did this?”
It hurts to hear his name. But I have to face it sooner or later. I speak past the lump in my throat. “John has a good eye. Anyone who can successfully blend antiques with a modern loft would have to.”
Awkward silence swells, and it’s clear they’re all unsure how to answer. I force a tight laugh. “I’m not afraid to say his name, you know. He isn’t Beetlejuice or anything.”
“You’re right.” Sophie links her arm with mine. “I still feel bad about cramming him in your face. I didn’t think.”
Brenna cringes. “I didn’t either. We should have gone to a resort.”
Warmth spreads through me as the other girls nod. Every day I’m around them, I feel a little more normal, a little less alone. The absence of John is still a gaping wound in my chest. But at least I can walk without hunching over.
“If it weren’t for you guys, I’d be curled up alone on a hard bed feeling sorry for myself.” I can’t quite look anyone in the eye, but I push on. “This means the world to me.”
They’re all staring. God, hide me now. But then Libby hugs me tight.
“It’s hard opening up, isn’t it?” she whispers in my ear with a tone that tells me she knows exactly how difficult it is.
I give a quick nod as she lets me go. And then it’s like the whole exchange never happened. They’re all happy chatter and showing me to my room. I feel almost normal when we finally end up around the pool.
Because it’s hot as hell, I take a floating lounger and drift along in the cold water, idly sipping the Mai Tai Brenna fixed for me. Libby floats along at my side.
