“Baby—”
I cringe, holding up both hands. “Guys. This is way too much information. Please.” I take a breath. “I didn't bring you over here to ask you about that. I already knew she was with you.”
“What?” Mike asks.
“How?!” Olivia asks louder.
“If you must know, Honey forgot to turn off her location share. I’ve known exactly where she is since she left.”
“Oh my God. You reallyarea stalker.” Olivia shakes her head. “And all this time, I’ve been defending you.”
“I didn’t stalk. I just checked her location every now and again.” I glance over at Mike. “Even though you not telling me broke every bro code in the book, I’m happy she was with you and not her parents. That’s not why I dragged you both over here, though.”
I turn my attention to Olivia. “Are you going on a cruise with my future wife tomorrow?”
“Ah, fuck,” Mike says.
“Yeah.Ah, fuckis right.”
Mike sighs. “First of all, she's not your future wife. You guys broke up over a year ago.”
“Details.” I wave my hand in his face dismissively.
“Second of all,” Olivia adds, “she wanted to go on this cruise to get away from everything. That's why we didn't tell anyone.”
“By everything, do you mean me?”
With her arms crossed, she shrugs unapologetically. “If the shoe fits.”
“You know it doesn't, Olivia.” I hold her gaze. “Honey's been miserable since we broke up. As have I.”
Olivia straightens her back and glances at Mike. I know her well enough to know when she's squirming.
“I don't want to upset Honey. I never have, but after tonight, I have no guarantee of when I'm seeing her again. I'm moving to Georgia. She's... I don't know where she's going to go. All I know is this might be my only shot at getting through to her before it's too late and she does something stupid like date a hockey player.”
“Chris is a great guy,” Olivia says.
“I'm better.”
She purses her lips, not wanting to answer me. That's fine. It only means she knows I'm right.
“I'm also definitely better for Honey. Help me prove it to her.”
I step closer. “I need your help.”
She doesn't look convinced, but after a long pause, she sighs. “You have two minutes to convince me, Evans.”
I grin. “Sweetheart, you have no idea what I can do in two minutes.”
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
I groan, pulling a pillow over my head, trying to block out the throbbing pain in my skull.
The beat keeps drumming. If anything, it’s getting louder.
How much did I drink last night?
Not enough to forget Zach. I swear that man just has to look at me and my panties disintegrate into nothing. I spent the rest of the night trying to erase the memory of the bathroom to no avail. Considering how much I still think about him, this shouldn’t be a surprise.
