Page 59 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

Oliver makes a face. “Didn’t I hear that Connor was going on that?”

“Not sure.”

“He was making all those Jacques Cousteau jokes at lunch?”

“Oh, right.”

I stop at a fork in the path. The undergrowth is fuller here, palm fronds growing into the path. One sign points toward the beach, and another saysSTAFF ONLY BEYOND THIS POINTin neat white lettering.

“This way,” I say, pointing toward the staff sign.

“Not even our first full day here, and we’re already breaking the rules,” Oliver says.

“I’d expect nothing less.” I shoot him a glance over my shoulder, grinning wide, and he grins back. “Why did you ask about Harper?”

“You won’t like it.”

“Tell me.”

“Are you sure everything is over between her and Connor?”

My heart starts hammering in my chest. “Um, yes.”

“So convincing.”

I push a low-lying branch out of my way. “What do you know?”

“Nothing specific, it’s just...I think I heard her on the phone with him the other day.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. She does have to talk to him about work sometimes.”

“This didn’t sound like work.”

“What did it sound like?”

“Honestly? Phone sex.”

I stop. “I think I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you sure?”

“They were talking about sex.”

“Oh my God.” I feel dizzyandseasick. Not a good combo.

“I shouldn’t have told you.”

“No, I’m glad you did.” I shake myself. Harper’s a grown-up. She can sleep with who she wants to. And shehasbeen acting secretive recently. Around less, and lit up in a way that, now that I think about it, could indicate that she’s in a relationship. “I wish she’d told me.”

Oliver lifts his eyebrows. “Because you took it so well the last time.”

“Why does everyone in my life lie to me about who they’re dating?”

“I think you know the answer to that question.”

“Fine. FINE. Whatever. I can handle it.”

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