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Surely Brady having a boner during their lesson was a product of her imagination?
The lights in the restaurant flicker a couple of times as more thunder booms outside in quick succession and torrential rain begins pelting the windows with a violent ticking sound.
Everyone is looking outside at the sudden downpour when the lights go out completely. Surprised voices react to the darkness, and Daddy’s voice resounds louder than the others. “There’s no need to panic, please. Blackouts usually don’t last too long here. I’m going to have the staff bring us some candles, and then we can start eating dinner while we wait for the power to come back on.”
There are murmurs of agreement to Daddy’s plan, and as people start turning on the flashlight apps on their phones, I make my way toward the exit.
“Where are you going?” Chelsea whisper-yells into my ear as I open the door just a crack, bracing myself for the cold gust of wind that wants to slam the door open on me.
“I’m not hungry anymore. I’m going to my room,” I lie.
I’m going to look for Brady. Maybe I should play it cool and wait for our training session tomorrow morning, but I can’t possibly sit through a seven-course dinner wondering if he wants to fuck my sister.
Chelsea sees right through my lie, but thankfully she’s too self-absorbed to suspect my real reason for leaving. “You’re going to hang out with your boyfriend?” she asks.
I nod, my heart clenching at the thought of Brady as my boyfriend. I know I’m going to Bridgeport and Brady, Matt, and Drew want to build a future here. I know that none of them has promised me anything more than a fun, exciting, dirty summer, but the romance novel buff in me can’t help but hope that against all odds, our time together won’t end the second I leave the resort.
“Awesome, then you can ask him if he’s seen Tristan with someone else. Go, before Daddy sees you. If he asks about you, I’ll cover for you and say that you had a headache and you went to bed.”
I smile, grateful for the unexpected help, even though I know that Chelsea isn’t doing it out of kindness and I’ll have to figure out something to tell her or—God forbid—confront Tristan and Mom.
The rain and wind batter my body with unbridled violence the second I slip out of the restaurant, and I wrap my arms around my middle, leaving the main building.
The visibility is poor despite the eco-lights that dot the path along the beach, and I struggle to stay upright as I walk toward the staff living quarters in the gale force wind.
I’m soaked to the bone and my hair is plastered against my face by the time I knock on Brady and Matt’s door.
