The coffee sloshing around in Sienna’s stomach threatened to come right back up. Fox had run away because of her. He’d been worried about her, but she’d made him feel bad about everything, even when she’d been the one at fault yesterday. She’d pushed him to the edge and look where he’d ended up.
“How do you know all that?” Sienna asked.
Harper’s cheeks flushed pink. “I was down at the bakery last night dealing with a delivery issue,” she said, not quite meeting Sienna’s eyes. “I had a camera guy with me at first, though who knows what an hour of footage of me sorting through inventory will do for the show. But then he got a call and was picked up by one of the production vans. I knew something big must be happening but didn’t know what until I saw Fox an hour later wandering the streets on my way back.”
“Wandering...Drunk?” Sienna felt the shame wash over her. This was all her fault. He’d told her about his destructive past, and she’d pushed him anyway.
Harper shook her head. “Just tired, I think. He didn’t talk much on the way back but told me all about his and Wade’s daring escape.”
Reagan snickered into her cup of tea, but Sienna didn’t see what was so funny.
“How could they have just run off like that?” Sienna clutched her coffee mug. “We’re not supposed to go anywhere. What about the contract?”
“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it,” said Reagan, putting her hand on top of Sienna’s. “They just needed a break. So now we all get one. Be happy. We can go back to our rooms and do a face mask or something.”
Pampering and forgetting about everything else? Sienna’s desire to sit around and do nothing warred with the one to find Fox and make sure he was okay.
Reagan smiled up at her, giving Sienna pleading puppy-dog eyes. And though Sienna still wanted to make sure Fox was okay, she also had heard, first-hand, the way Harry had been talking to Reagan since they all arrived at the Emerald Inn.
She sighed. “I’ll meet you in your room in ten?”
Reagan nodded.
Sienna turned to Harper. “You coming too?”
Harper was looking around the room, however, not at her sister. “Um, I think I’ll pass. A walk outside does sound nice.”
Sienna’s stomach clenched. She’d already messed things up so much with Bruce, and she didn’t want to see her sister fall for his tricks too. She imagined all the great footage they could get if Harper wasn’t careful. “You’re not going to talk about last night with anyone are you?”
Harper shook her head. “I’ll just be walking around by myself. And if anyone asks about what happened, I’ll just explain that Fox called me for a ride back to the inn last night. Super boring. It won’t make for good TV.”
“And hopefully bridesmaids putting on facial masks won’t either,” said Reagan, with a glance at Bruce. “Let’s go.”
* * *
Ten minutes later,Sienna was seated on the chaise lounge in Reagan’s room, cucumber slices on her eyes, and the cool wetness of a hydrating blend of aloe and snail mucus on her skin.
She let out a long, low sigh. “This was a great idea. I really needed to relax.”
“Me too,” said Reagan from her spot on her bed. She’d kept her eyes cucumber-free in order to flip through a bridal magazine. Sienna could hear her turning pages and the scratch of her pen as she took notes.
“Getting ideas for your own big day?” asked Sienna.
What she really wanted to ask was why Harry was still here after what she’d overheard in the forest, but frankly, Sienna’s own drama was enough for the morning. It was better to focus on fun things like weddings that wouldn’t involve eight cameras and a cranky producer.
“Yeah…” Reagan’s voice drifted off. “I don’t know when it’ll happen, so I can’t really do much until I know what season to plan for.”
“When do you think you’ll set a date?”
“Harry really wants to make partner first before we make any plans.” Reagan flipped a few more pages. “He’s under a lot of stress right now at work.”
“It’s great that he could take the time off to be here,” said Sienna. She was heading into dangerous territory, but Reagan had left that one wide open. Maybe talking her through it would take Sienna’s mind off her own stuff. “He’ll be able to stay until the end?”
“I—” Reagan stopped.
Sienna peeled off one of the cucumbers to peek at her friend’s face that had turned a bright scarlet.
“Right now, that’s the plan. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”
