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Staringup at the white ceiling, my phone on the nightstand dinged with a text. Grabbing it, Blake’s name popped up on the screen. My heart sank as I was once again hit by what my life had become.
Boarding in 42 minutes
Even if I wanted to go to Mexico and try to work out my mistake, I would never make the flight. So, I sent a reply text instead.
I’m sorry
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Blake
Present Day
An hourafter we parted ways, I made my way to the resort’s restaurant where I was meeting Sarah and her friends. I had found a bag of peanuts in my bag to tie me over, but I was still starving. The peanuts weren’t enough, so by the time I walked down to the cantina, I was certain I could eat an entire cow.
Even with her back to me, I spotted Sarah outside the double doors. She stood alone, dressed in a purple tank top and short jean shorts. As I neared, she turned and her smile seemed to wash away the last twenty-four hours. Or at least it distracted me from the hell my life had quickly turned out to be. I never expected to run into someone I knew at the resort, and while I hadn’t seen Sarah since I was eighteen, I was happy about the diversion she provided, even if it was only for dinner.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Hey. So, it’s just going to be you and me for dinner. Sorry, I would have texted or called you, but I didn’t have your phone number or room number.”
“Oh, okay. What happened?”
“Josie got sick and Amanda and Taylor didn’t want to leave her.”
“Oh, wow. That sucks. Hope she’ll be okay.”
“Yeah, we think she might have drunk some of the water or something.”
“Damn. That’s like the number one rule.”
“I know.” She snickered. “Maybe it was when she brushed her teeth, or maybe from the ice from her margaritas.”
“Geez.” I’d had a margarita but drank it before the ice melted, but didn’t resorts like we were at have filtered water for this reason? Hopefully, I was in the clear.
“Yeah. We have some activities planned, so I hope it’s just a little bug and she’ll be good in the morning.”
At the mention of having activities planned, I remembered Stacey and I had booked and paid for a couple’s massage, a private beach excursion, and horseback riding on the beach at sunset. Guess I would go alone. “Cool. So, you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Me too,” I admitted and opened the double doors to the restaurant.
Sarah walked in and I followed her inside.
“Buenas noches. Table for two?” the hostess asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Of course. May I have your room number?” I rattled off mine first, and the lady entered it into her tablet. “Si, Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery. Congratulations on your wedding.”
Sarah shook her head, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, winking as she looked up at me and arched a brow. “Yes. Thank you.” What was a little white lie? It seemed everyone in the hotel assumed I was celebrating getting married because when I’d booked the trip, I’d mentioned it was for my honeymoon.
The hostess motioned for us to follow and led us to a small table overlooking the ocean. “Your server will be right over. Congratulations again.”
“Thank you.” I beamed.
