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"You sure?"
"Yeah. Positive. I'll be fine, I promise."
"You better send me lots of pics while you're there."
"Let's see if I get reception first."
She puffs out a breath. "Hopefully long enough to let me know you're alive."
"You worry too much. I think there's a landline in the house, so at least I'll be able to call."
"Good. Am I still taking you to the airport in the morning?"
"Yup. So be on time."
"Already have my alarm set," she says, her tone lightening a little.
"Oh, and can you maybe pick me up from the green gas station down the street?"
She laughs. "Left without your keys, huh?"
"I asked my brother to get something out of my car and he never gave them back."
"I'll grab them and will be there as soon as I can," she says.
"Thanks, Tiff. For everything."
"What are maids of honor for? See ya soon, runaway bride."
"Later." Chuckling, I end the call and turn on the sink to wash the tears off my face. I look like I've been through hell and back—feel like it too. Washing my face only does so much for my outer appearance and not a single damn thing to heal the bleeding wounds surrounding my heart. Maybe flying out alone tomorrow isn't such a great idea after all but I'd rather not inconvenience Tiffany more than I already have or force her to be stuck in a house alone for one week with a sad, pathetic sap who will no doubt spend half the vacation wallowing in self pity.
"No more wasted tears over some asshole who isn't worth it," she said.
How else can I relieve this pressure inside? My heart's so swollen, I feel like I'll combust at any minute if I don't allow the pain to fully pour out. With all the years I've spent loving the wrong man, letting what we had go will take more than a few days. I only hope it doesn't take the lifetime we promised each other.
I pull my engagement ring off my finger and shove it deep in my pocket, having a hard time letting it go on my way out of the bathroom. Why do I have to be so hard to love? First my parents and now Theon. He was my everything and I was his nothing. Lifting my head up, I see a woman and man kissing. The love in their eyes is so evident. There’s no second-guessing it. He looks at her like she hung the moon.
I used to think I could have that too. What are the chances of me finding that on a beach where I'll mostly be alone? Looking toward the window, I spot Tiffany's car waiting out front. I drop the ring in my pocket as I'm pulling my hand free and walk out of the store. I have as much of a chance of meeting my soulmate here as I do there, and I don't have a nice ocean view at home. I'll also have to hear from my parents sooner if I stay. Yeah, to the beach it is. Better to be crying alone beside the beautiful ocean with a piña colada in my hand than in the bed where I used to make out with my ex.
Two
Everly
I was excited to have the window seat until the man sitting beside me was too sound asleep to move out of the way to let me pee. Three glasses of wine in first class sounded like a great idea before my bladder was on the verge of bursting.
The moment the aisle clears, I toss my backpack strap over my shoulder, grab my suitcase from the overhead, and haul ass out of the plane. I’m a light packer and plan on spending most of my stay in my pjs and swim trunks, so I didn't need to check any bags. I left all things work related at home, including my laptop, and have no intentions of answering emails on my honeymoon for one.
The only other device I brought with me beside my phone was my Kindle. Reading demon smut in public got awkward when I reached a sex scene and started getting too turned on to sit still in my seat. Definitely a chapter I need to save for when I’m alone in my room and can take care of my raging boner. Who knew the fantasy of a smoldering, sexy demon dragging me to hell would be such a turn-on? Yeah, I should have chosen another book to open in public. Something more along the lines ofPride and Prejudice. Regular happy human couples are the last thing I want to think about right now though.
Dragging my suitcase behind me, I enter the first bathroom I come across and rush into the nearest stall to empty my bladder. My phone vibrates as I'm washing my hands. I ignore it until I'm standing outside waiting for a car to pick me up. A red car pulls in front of me as I'm reading a very long, woe is me message from Theon. Rolling my eyes, I slide my phone in my pocket and toss my belongings in the trunk. A man with dark hair and dark eyes greets me as I slide in the back seat of the vehicle.
He confirms the address he was given and on the long drive, I lean back in my seat, watching the ocean follow me out the window. Bright and sunny, there's barely a cloud in sight.
"Do you want to stop anywhere on your way there? You'll be too far for delivery."
"No. A family member who lives in the area stocked the fridge for me so I should be good for a while." A few cousins lived out here and the oldest, Anita, was far too excited about getting mine and Theon's honeymoon cabin ready. I doubt she’s heard the news yet. Harry and my father have been telling people some blatant lies about needing to postpone the wedding due to Theon being too sick to walk down the aisle yesterday. Most people assume Theon is with me now and we are getting married here, having a private ceremony. I made sure to show up at the airport early so he wouldn’t try to stop me at check in. I ignored all his messages of how he wants to make things work and about him being at the airport. It was more for his benefit than mine.
"Okay. If you need to go anywhere, I won't be too far away,” the driver says, adjusting the air conditioner.
