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It’s weird that they’re great? Because…I wouldn’t have great friends?

No. Those were separate statements. I’m not used to girlfriends, but they absorbed me. Like an amoeba.

Wes

Amoeba. Charming. I’ll let the guys know they married bacteria.

Not what I said! Maybe we should stick to email.

Wes

Oh no. This is too much fun. What will you do today?

I glanced over at the buffet line. Whitney was slowly—very slowly—making her way through it. Turning more, I caught a glimpse of Jenna still in line at the tiki bar, chatting with the men behind her.

No idea yet. Maybe they’ll want to dive.

Wes

Maybe. You should convince them if not.

I smiled. How well would that go over? What would it be like to dive with them just as one of the group and not the person in charge? It’d probably be a lot like diving with Wes. I missed him. My fingers hesitated over the phone, then I typed.Wish you were here, too.

I regretted it almost as soon as I hit the arrow to send it. Not because it wasn’t true, but I wasn’t great at laying my cards on the table like that.

Wes

Any chance you could come back with them?

My eyebrows lifted. That was…an invitation. And the immediate answer was maybe? There wasn’t a good reason to say no. Zee would understand. She’d been pushing for me to take a longer break, after all. And she was a hopeless romantic.

It felt like a big step, though.

But maybe one I was ready for.

I texted back:

I’ll see what I can do.

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WES

Ibounced on my heels in the terminal at the airport watching the clock. Why was it taking so long?

“You need to chill.” Austin glanced up from where he sat, a book in his lap. “They’ll be landing soon.”

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