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“Know what?” I sighed. “Pluck it. I can’t do this. I can’t be nice to you.”
“Same. It was good while it lasted, though.”
“Not for me.”
He pulled into a parking spot.
I unbuckled myself. “So you can just stop pretending to be a gentleman around me. I know the truth.”
The truth that got you throat-punched in the first place.
He let out an incredulous chuckle when he got out, rounding his Audi and popping the trunk open. He grabbed my hot pink suitcase and flung it at me, making me stumble back on my high strappy sandals.
He was going to make me wheel my own suitcase, too. SUCH a gentleman.
“Tennessee?”
“Yeah?”
“I strongly advise you to take off your high heels right about now.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re about to make a run for it, and as of five seconds ago, I no longer have the inclination to carry your suitcase and your ass to the ship.”
My feet were burning.
This was not a figure of speech. They were on fire from running barefoot.
Currently, they were the size of the plates at Jerry & Sons and were a nice shade of red, with a few stripes of dead skin that resembled bacon.
I hobbled, shifting my weight from side to side by the check-in desk, in a one-player game of The Floor is Lava. Last week, I’d completed as much of the online check-in process as possible, purchasing an internet and drinks package, ensuring the correct card was on file, and printing and attaching the luggage tags beforehand.
Contrary to popular belief, I was not that messy.
The check-in ticket woman lady (I was too delirious with pain from sprinting through security to decipher what her actual title was) returned our passports, gave us our freshly-taken passenger ID cards (naturally, Cruz looked cover-ready in his, and she’d caught me mid-blink), and handed us a welcome packet, robotically reciting her lines.
“Thank you so much for choosing Allure of the Ocean cruise line! We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay here. Have a wonderful time!”
We tried to sneak past a photographer who forced Cruz and me to take a photo together in front of a cheesy fake background of the ship. Her smile faltered when she realized I could not physically muster a smile through the pain.
She quietly snapped the photos, told us we could purchase them at the photo gallery (hard pass), and sent us on our merry gangway.
Despite the pain, I’d never felt so happy in my entire life.
We’d made it.
We were on the ship, even if we’d had to wait at the check-in line that seemed to snake all the way up to New York (seemed we weren’t the only late ones—ha!). Our suitcases had been checked in, too, and were supposed to be waiting by the doors to our rooms after dinner.
But we were past that line now.
Done.
Finished.
Finito.
Free as birds.
