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I show her the tickets on my phone, and her face lights up. “First class? I’ve never flown first class before.”
“I know,” I reply. “I figured it would make the flight easier.”
Easier for her. And easier for me too, if I’m being honest.
Maggie throws her arms around my neck, plastering the front of her body to mine. “Thank you, Teddy!”
“You’re welcome,” I say as I wrap an arm around her back to hold her to me a few seconds longer.
And while I may not be able to figure out what’s real and what’s not this week, I do know this hug is real.
Will our kiss feel real too?
7
Theo
As soon as we grab our luggage and walk through the sliding doors to leave the airport, the shuttle from the resort is waiting for us.
Good thing too because it’s about a hundred and fifty degrees with a light breeze that doesn’t provide any relief.
“Hi, I’m Manny,” the man at the open trunk says. “I’ll be driving you to the resort. We’ve got a few others we’re waiting on.”
“Great,” I mutter, knowing who one of those others will be.
Just as we walk around the side of the shuttle to the open door, a blonde woman jumps out and squeals while throwing herself at Maggie.
“You made it!” she exclaims.
“You must be Kendall,” I surmise.
“And you must be Teddy, the guy my best friend wants to strangle,” a man behind me says.
I turn around and face who I assume is the groom.
“It’s Theo, actually,” I tell him as I hold out my palm for a handshake. “And you must be Montgomery.”
“It’s Monty, actually.” He takes my hand but doesn’t look happy about it.
It’s going to be a fun week.
“Oh, yay! You two have already met,” Kendall says excitedly when her and Maggie join us. “I’m Kendall.” I shake her hand while she narrows her eyes and studies me like a specimen under a microscope. “Thank you for dragging my maid of honor to the island.”
“Of course.”
Turning to Maggie, Kendall says, “So, Wyatt texted Monty as soon as your flight landed bitching about you and your college BFF hooking up, living together, and showing up here without anyone giving him a heads-up. We’ve been so busy, I didn’t even tell Monty about you two, so that’s on me.”
Monty pulls her to his side and kisses the top of her head. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, cupcake. Won’t it?” he asks looking straight at me.
“If he cared about her whereabouts for the past two months, he really should’ve reached out to check on her, don’t you think?”
Monty looks from me to Maggie then back again. “Wyatt said he’s texted her every day without getting a response.”
“What?” I whip around to ask Maggie. “You said he hasn’t reached out.”
“No, I said he hadn’t called,” she says and gives me the fakest smile ever.
“Why didn’t you tell me he texts you daily?” I ask quietly.
