“Interested in what?” I ask.
“Did you see the way they were looking at each other?” June shakes her head. “I wouldn’t mind either of them looking atmelike that.”
I roll my eyes. What the hell is she talking about? “You’re imagining things.”
She cocks her head at me. “For someone who’s spent the best of this day in bed, you’re looking pretty flushed, Misty. Not pale at all.”
Okay, then. So much for her thinking Brett and Jake have something going on.
She’s back to insulting me.
I’m done.
Done trying to convince June that I ran too fast on the beach, nearly fainted from dehydration. “I need a shower,” I say. “So…yeah. Bye now.”
June gives me a smirk but doesn't argue. I waste no time in returning to my bedroom, leaving her standing in my living area with a knowing smile on her face.
The shower does wonders for my mood, the hot water relaxing my tense muscles and washing away the sweat and stress of the day. When I turn off the water and step out, I feel refreshed. A little better equipped to handle whatever drama is waiting for me outside the bathroom door.
I return to my bedroom and get dressed in a yellow sundress. May as well be ready for whatever bachelorette shindig June has put together. And I’d better not see my half-brother’s ass.
I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for June’s prying questions or whatever other mess awaits me as I leave the bedroom.
But June is no longer in my suite when I venture out.
I haven’t eaten much today at all, and it’s nearing dinner time. I haven’t spoken to anyone other than June and Jake today, so I have no idea when or where this bachelorette thing is. They’d probably all rather I not show up anyhow.
Can’t say that I blame them. I’ve been a bitch in heels. The only one who’s tried to be civil to me is Emily. Probably only because I was treating my precious designer gowns like garbage, and she felt sorry for me when I told her the woes of my mother showing her love through expensive things rather than affection.
Poor little rich girl.
What if I’d grown up in that small town with Jake? I want to know what our mother was like, but I didn’t get the chance to ask him much.
Now he’s off somewhere with Brett. But that was a whileago now. At least an hour has passed. Maybe they’re done, and I can get some alone time with Jake.
I walk out of my suite and down the stairs to the second floor, where the men are staying. Evangeline assigned Jake a suite, but I have no idea which one it is. No problem. I knock on all of them.
And I get no response.
It was a long shot anyway. Why would anyone be inside on this gorgeous day?
I walk down to the first floor and run into Darby the doctor.
“Misty, you’re up,” she says. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better, thanks. I thought I’d get some fruit and water from the kitchen.”
“Good idea,” she says. “I’ll come with you. I want you to get your electrolytes up. Maybe there’s some Gatorade or something in the fridge.”
“Ugh. I detest Gatorade.”
She laughs. “Yeah, it does suck. But we’ll find you something.”
Together, we make our way to the kitchen. Staffers are milling about, preparing food for tonight’s festivities, I assume.
A young woman nods toward us. “Dr. Sullivan, Ms. Holmes, do you need anything?”
“Don’t mind us,” Darby says. She opens the door to the huge refrigerator, roots around, and produces a bottle. She hands it to me. “Try this. It's good for rehydration."
