She blushes and lifts a shoulder to her honey brown cheek. “Yep.”
“Damn. So I guess I don’t stand a chance, huh?”
A laugh slips out of her. “You don’t stand a chance.”
The flirtatious look in her eye nearly makes me weak.
God, that smile.
“Maybe I’ll just try my luck anyway.”
I look her over again, noticing her obsession with jewelry. They are in her hair, on her ankles, on her wrist, which makes my eyes wander to her slender fingers to see if she is wearing a certain kind of band on her ring finger.
None.
I hope she’s single.
“So, what’s waiting for you in Hawaii? Or should I say,who?” I ask her.
Clearly she has to be meeting the love of her life in a place like Hawaii. It’s an island built for romance and vacations with the love of your life.
Or weddings for people you low-key despise.
Marley’s eyes narrow, but there is playfulness to them. “The beach is waiting for me,” she answers. “Frozen drinks with umbrellas. Peace of mind. No distractions.”
I nod, relief washing over me. “Good to know.”
Very good to know.
She adjusts in her seat, turning her focus on me. “I suppose a woman can’t go on vacation alone? She needs a man to travel with?” she quips, doing a terrible job of looking offended. The cute pout on her face only makes me laugh out loud.
“You’re killing me. Come on, stop. I didn’t say anything like that.”
“Maybe not. But don’t lie, you were thinking it.”
“Okay, yeah, I was. For a second. But I’m glad to see you’re not.”
“If anything, I should be asking whoyouare meeting in Hawaii.” She crosses her arms across her chest. “I saw your profile on Hooked.”
“Hooked?” My eyebrows crease in confusion.
“Yeah.Hooked.”
What the hell is-
“Oh! Yeah. That dating app?” I shake my head. “I haven’t been on that in months. I meant to delete that shit.”
Marley tilts her head, lips curling in amusement. Her face says she doesn’t believe a word I just said. “Mmhmm,” she hums.
“I kid you not. I don’t use that app.”
“Really?”
“Really. I’m old school. I like meeting people the classic way. You know, like at the grocery store or on plane rides to tropical islands.”
“I hear you talking.”
“It’s true,” I hold my hands out in defeat, as if that will convince her to believe me. “I’m here for a wedding. My cousin is getting married at Grand Palms Resort. I hear it’s phenom-”
