I level my gaze at her. “It’s Nick’s fiancée, Isla.”
She splutters, mouth dropping open and then closing several times. “What?”
“She told me she believes she’s stuck here because her spirit can’t leave until she knows he’s happy.”
“Isn’t he?”
I shrug. “She believes she needs to see him happily with someone else.”
“That’s…”
“Awkward?” I offer, smearing my top lip with a color called Bombshell.
“I was going to say morbid for her.”
“That too,” I say, tilting my head left and then right, marveling at how plump my lips look when I’ve finished.
“So, she’s okay with you being with him?”
I grunt, turning back toward Nina.
“I don’t know. She said she’s feeling me out.” I run my palm over my thigh, thankful I haven’t put my dress on yet. “She doesn’t like that I’m not a fan of football.”
She purses her lips. “You don’thatefootball.”
I shrug one shoulder. “I didn’t tell her that. I don’t want her interfering, Nina. It’s…uncomfortable.”
“What reason could she have for caring about your opinion on football?”
I shrug again. “Your guess is as good as mine. It’s not like I could really drill her, considering Nick was in the house, right down the hallway.”
Her eyes widen. “You didn’t tell him?”
“No, I did.”
Her breath hitches. “Oh god. What happened?”
My hands lift to my sides, palms facing the ceiling. “I mean…he about fainted.”
She bobs her head, chewing on her nails. “This is bad. I can’t believe he didn’t call off tonight.”
“I know. It shocked me too, but he was so good to me, Nina. He went out of his way to ensure I was okay, when it was him who had his world rocked.”
“He’s a good man,” she says, patting my shoulder. “And you did nothing wrong. You can’t help which spirits barge into your life.”
I sigh. “We can’t have sex tonight. She’s attached to him.” My voice pitches.
“Yeah…that would be a little more than awkward.” She bites her top lip. “What are you going to do? You have to help her move on.”
“I don’t know. Honestly.” I link my hands in an attempt not to touch my hair. That particular nervous habit would not serve me well tonight. “How do I get him to prove to her he’s okay, without looking self-serving? I just feel like it’s a conflict of interest that it’s me that needs to send her on her way.”
“I’m not following your logic,” Nina says.
“What if he doesn’t want her gone? What if he thinks I’m pushing him? I don’t want him to resent me if she goes away.”
Nina looks me in the eye and smiles sadly. “You’d want Garrett to stick around if he were here?”
My head shakes back and forth violently. “No. I’d want him to be in paradise with his parents.”
