Cooper nods. “He encouraged it. Wanted to sneak down himself, but he needed to get back for meetings.”
“What about you? Is it hard being away from your wife and kid?”
He shakes his head, and then he smirks. “The little one is napping, and Gabby’s sitting on the balcony getting some Bahamian sunshine on her skin.”
“They’re here?” I ask, surprised.
“It helps that Gabby works for the team, but yeah. They’re pretty much always with me.”
“How will that change once your little one is in school?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow it down there, pal.”
I chuckle.
“Sunny’s just two and a half. We’ve got a little time before school, but Gabby’s great with her. They do a lot of preschool-type stuff wherever we are. She does the arts and crafts stuff when we’re home, but this girl already knows her ABCs and can count to ten.” He says it proudly, but to be perfectly honest, I have no clue what the learning benchmarks are for a two-and-a-half-year-old.
“Impressive,” I say anyway.
He laughs. “As if you give a shit. Listen, how are youreallydoing? You know you can talk to m—” He’s interrupted when two women stop in front of our private cabana and stare at us.
“It’s true! They really are here!” one of them squeals.
“Where’s Danny Brewer?” the other one squeaks.
Oh, Jesus.
“Danny Brewer is right here,” he says, sauntering up to our cabana with a full drink in hand.
More squealing.
“Pleasure to meet you,” he says.
“We’rehugeBodegiacs!” the first one says, referring to the huge fandom of his wife, Grammy-winning singer, songwriter, actress, and all-around superstar Alexis Bodega.
“Well, who isn’t?” Danny asks, and the rest of us in the cabana chuckle.
“She’s the best!” the second one says.
“I firmly agree,” Danny says.
“Is she here?” the first one asks.
Danny shakes his head. “She’s still doing her residency in Vegas, and she’s home with the baby and our dog, Millie.”
“Your dog is named Millie?” I ask, my voice dry.
“That’s so funny! We saw you were all here on a travelgrammer’s account,” the first one blurts. “We had to come say hi!”
“A travelgrammer?” Cooper repeats. “What’s that?”
“Oh, an Instagrammer who focuses on travel,” the second one says. “This one is Millie’s Miles. She’s freaking amazing.”
“Millie, like my dog?” Danny asks, and I start choking on my beer as a sick feeling crawls up my spine.
These women saw us on Millie’s Miles?
Impossible.
