“Thanks, Rachelle. I’m so sorry.”
“For what? I think it’s amazing that you’re going to have a baby!” I grin, thinking of what a baby with Tiffany and Drew’s genes would be like. Probably a looker, no matter if the baby is a boy or a girl. “I’ll dote on your little one and get all the annoying toys and bags of sugar. Then I’ll leave when he or she is hyper.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” Tiffany lets out a small laugh. “I’m sorry for ruining your trip, for not having the energy to do all the things. And that I’m crying right now. I don’t know why I’m crying. Having a baby is so exciting, although terrifying.”
My eyes cloud over with tears, and I lean forward, pulling her into a hug.
“Tiff, you haven’t ruined my trip. If anything, it’s a good excuse to come back and check on you so I can avoid all the weird stuff.” The irritation I felt is gone. Tiffany in top shape would’ve been relentless at hopping from activity to activity. This is a better situation to let me decompress from seeing Landon as often as I have.
Tiffany pauses and looks at me. “What weird stuff are we talking about?”
“Landon just sat next to me in the movie theater and then asked to take a walk along the deck.”
“And did you?” She's leaning forward, fully invested in my answer.
I sigh. “I was going to and then realized I’m in sweats.”
“So, it’s not like he’s never seen you in sweats before.”
I groan. “You’ve only been married a few months. Have you already forgotten about the dress code of when you like someone?”
“Wait, are you saying you have feelings for him?” Her eyes widen and her nose flares.
“Residual feelings. But that means nothing.”
“Rachelle, the dress code is for when you’re first dating. You two have a lot of water under the bridge already, so I think sweats would be okay for a night out.”
“When he’s wearing a nice polo and khakis? It’s like the ultimate frump-girl style next to him.”
Tiffany leans forward and places her hands on my shoulders. “Rachelle. You. Are. Okay. Did he say what he wanted to talk about?”
I shake my head, shame flooding me that maybe he was finally willing to talk about why he left me not quite at the altar. The answers I actually want but I let my meddling brain take control.
She throws back the blanket and takes my upper arm in her hand, pulling me along to the door. “I think you need to find that out.”
“What? What are you talking about?” I try to wriggle out of her grip, but I’m surprised at the woman’s grip.
“I’m banning you from this room until you have an answer. Or at least talk to him.”
My eyes flash at her, and my teeth bite down hard. “I invited you, by the way. You can’t just kick me out of the room.”
“One way or the other, Rachelle, you need the closure only he can give you.” She shuts the door and I hear the deadbolt lock in place. “I’ll write that on the bottom of the bucket list. After zip lining, it will be the last thing you need to get.”
I bang on the door a few times with my fists and even give it a few kicks.
“Are you waging war against the door?” Landon asks, leaning against his own door.
I never thought I was a jumpy person, but it’s like Landon has learned some kind of magic trick to make it so he can appear without me hearing him.
“More like trying to get to my traitorous cousin. What are you doing? Already done with your walk on deck?”
“Well, it’s kind of hard to do that for too long by myself.” He moves one leg in front of the other, a casual smile causing my stomach to swing up and over the bar of the swing set.
I fold my arms over my chest. “And what about Savannah?”
“Savannah? Why would I want to go walking with her?” His disbelief eases the knot in my stomach a smidge. Not enough to release the whole thing, but at least it’s something.
I purse my lips and give him a little headshake. “Because she’s been all over you since you got on this boat. Aren’t you two dating?”