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My brother turns to us, frowning. “You okay, Scar?”
Charlie and Lance draw near, and I wonder if maybe Elliot can hear my heart thumping. I swear my chest is jolting with each beat.
I nod. “I’m fine. Just a little nervous.”
“Nervous?” Mason questions louder than I’d like, and right as the guys reach us. “You don’t get nervous. Especially not flying.”
I roll my lips and look quickly between everyone, my eyes only skimming Lance’s face.
Charlie’s smiling, which is so unlike him and weird.
This is mortifying. I look at my brother and frown. “I’m surprised you even know what makes me nervous.”
His face drops slightly, and I feel like a complete dick for making it a “him” problem when it’s not.
“Where are the girls?” Charlie asks.
“On their way,” Mason tells him. “Luce had a cock-up with her hair.”
I cringe, feeling terrible.
Lucy called me this afternoon and asked me which box brand I use on my hair. I didn’t ask too many questions, knowing Nina was there and listening in with no idea I was coming away with them. She called me back a couple of hours later in tears.
“She cut it?” Elliot asks Mase.
“No, she dyed it.” I chuckle.
Lost in thought, I accidentally look at Lance and then abruptly throw my gaze at the ground.
Subtle, Scarlet.
“Are you okay?” Mason asks, concerned.
“I’m fine.” I grab my suitcase and start toward our private lounge, needing to create some distance.
“Hey, wait,” Elliot calls after me, catching up. “What colour?”
I look up at him and smile. He grins back, sliding his arm around my neck. “It’s good to see you smile, Scar. Let’s go get rum drunk in paradise.”
Lucy’s hair is pinker in person than it was on FaceTime. “I like it,” I tell her as she pulls the cap on her head further down.
“Can we get a drink? I need a drink.”
I nod and follow her to the bar, throwing a smile at Nina and my brother as we pass. The two of them seem more in love than ever.
Lance is behind the small counter, presumably playing host to Megan, who’s standing chatting with him.
Our eyes lock as I step up beside her. “Hi,” I say, knowing I can’t ignore him forever.
“Baby Lowell,” he mutters back.
My stomach clenches at the name. The memories that come with it.
“Make me a cocktail, Lance.” Lucy leans over the counter, looking up at his tall frame with a defeated look on her face. “Pretty please.”
He tips his chin, dragging his gaze away from me. “One. Then I’m going to my seat to sleep with no distractions.”
“Spoilsport,” Megan chimes. “I want a virgin something. I’ll be sideways by the time we land if I’m not careful. I already ploughed through the prosecco Lucy picked up for us on the way here.”
