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CHAPTER 25
Skyler
“Welcome to Firefly Island Trolley Tours. My name is Stewart, but you can call me Stewie.”
As we climbed onto the trolley, Luna held Ashley’s hand and drug her to the back row. “Come on! This is where we sat with Mr. Hank.”
“Oh, you did, huh?”
Ashley gave me the same look she’d been giving me all day whenever Luna mentioned Hank’s name, which was averaging about once every thirty seconds.
I knew that the moment we were alone, my sister was going to be giving me the third degree. About a lot of things. We still hadn’t discussed in detail the situation with Richie. I hadn’t even told her about his parents calling a few nights before. She had no clue that he’d told them if they didn’t give him fifty grand he’d be dead.
As much as I knew that she’d be interested in all of that, I had a feeling she’d be most interested in finding out about Hank.
I held the railing as I lowered down in the same seat that I’d sat on just a couple of weeks ago. I completely tuned Stewart out as he gave the same spiel he had the first time we’d ridden it, asking everyone where they were from.
I wondered what I would tell my sister about Hank tonight. Obviously, I’d tell her about how amazing he was with Luna and all the things he’d done around the house. But the million-dollar question was, would I leave it at that?
Or, would I tell her how much I liked him?
Would I tell her that I felt stronger for him in just a few weeks’ time than I ever had for anyone, including Richie?
Would I tell her that I thought about him all the time?
Would I tell her about the kiss?
My mind was spinning with how much or how little to reveal to Ashley when I felt Luna tugging on my arm.
I looked down at her and saw her face looking up at me expectantly. Before I could ask what was going on Ashley’s hand flew up in the air.
“Yes.” Stewart pointed at Ashley. “What are we celebrating?”
“We are celebrating a very special girl’s fifth birthday!” Ashley lifted up Luna’s arms.
“A birthday? Let’s all sing Happy Birthday to…?”
“Luna!” Ashley called out.
“Let’s all sing Happy Birthday to Luna!”
The entire trolley turned around and began singing Happy Birthday as Ashley tickled Luna beneath her arms.
This might not be the birthday that I’d planned for her, but Ash showing up and surprising her, us spending the day exploring our new town, was enough. It was more than enough.
My little girl was happy. That’s all that mattered. Even if it had meant getting on that steel circle of a death trap. I’d white knuckled it through the entire ten minute ride, and wanted to kiss the ground when I got off. Calvin, the ride operator, told me that they had barf bags over at the tilt-a-whirl, but thankfully I hadn’t needed one.
Once the birthday song ended, the tour began and Stewart was in rare form. He was bringing his A-game. I wondered if he was trying to impress Ashley who I’d noticed he was paying special attention to.
At five foot seven, she had a slender frame, but she liked to say that she was still blessed with the two Bs, booty and boobies. She had the sort of figure that could walk the Victoria’s Secret runway or end up on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated. With long, waist-length strawberry-blonde hair and large green eyes, she was strikingly beautiful. I’d seen men trip over themselves for her. Literally. She’d walk by and they’d trip trying to talk to her.
I’d envied her body before having Luna, since my five-foot-four frame was much thicker than hers. But after Luna, I’d really wished I’d been blessed with her genes so that I could fit into her jeans.
I wasn’t typically self-conscious about my body, but ever since it had been plastered up against Hank’s chiseled, muscles I’d started wondering what that would be like if we hadn’t been clothed, and not in a good way.
Besides the extra fifteen pounds I’d never lost, there was also the stretch marks that I was rocking. I hadn’t been with anyone for the past five years, so no one had seen my stretch marks except for my gyno.
I was so wrapped up wondering what Hank would think if that kiss led to more, and if I’d be self-conscious with him, that I didn’t even notice when the trolley pulled to a stop.
