Sam starts, then nods, understanding. ‘Well, what are we going to do about that?’
‘Samuel Greer, don’t you tease me like this.’
‘I’m just saying.’
I down my drink. ‘My room. Now.’
‘I’ll go first. I’ve got the key. More inconspicuous.’
Sam slowly rises, wrapping a towel around himself, and then walks to the lobby without looking back. I chance a glance at my party, but they’re lost in conversation, Tim’s fingers tickling Jemima’s back.
Clearing my throat like every person with nothing to hide does, I wrap my own towel around me, tight, and slip on my shoes.
‘Going to mess around with Sam?’ Lydia asks me without skipping a beat.
Damn it, nothing gets past that spy.
I’m halfway to the elevators, but there’s someone sat across from the sliding glass doors that lead to reception. Double-taking, I approach, uncertain.
Ollie spots me, and gives me a half-hearted wave.
‘What are you doing here?’ I ask him, stepping out into the heat.
‘I was going to come and see you but I chickened out.’
‘Why?’
The sunlight glimmers on Ollie’s sunglasses as he removes them, revealing red eyes and tears. ‘Alec’s gone.’
Chapter Fifty-Seven
SAM
Day Twenty
The door knocks. Odd, I think as I lounge naked on Will’s bed, a stolen red rose from the hall clamped between my teeth. ‘Come in, sexy.’
The door opens and Will shakes his hands, as if he’s trying to cover me. Behind him, Ollie slaps his hands to his eyes, as if offended. Scrambling to my feet, I tear off the light, white sheet from the bed and wrap it around me. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’
Rude, but necessary.
‘I bumped into him as I was coming up,’ Will says, eyes wide as if trying to apologise. ‘He’s saying Alec has gone.’
‘Are you decent?’ Ollie asks, eyes still closed as the door shuts behind him.
‘We’ll go to the balcony,’ Will says, I can hear the regret in his voice.
They pass me, Will guiding Ollie who refuses to look at the room. I snicker, pulling a pair of Will’s shorts on. Ollie sitsoutside, looking out towards the place where he’s set to marry, and Will apologises to me.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ I mouth, before walking towards the balcony. ‘Ollie, mate. What’re you talking about?’
Ollie sighs, rubbing at his eyes.
‘He’s up and left,’ Ollie says, sinking his head into his hands. ‘I think he’s left me.’
I gawp at Will, unsure of what to say. This wedding has been the most dramatic wedding known to man.
‘Have you called him?’ I ask.
