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Before she can answer, the airport’s sliding doors whoosh open and then a group of people are strolling out rolling luggage and wincing at the sun.

“Is that your brothers and sister?” Kendall asks Monty. “Oh, and there’s Wyatt and Celia. Hey, guys!” she shouts as she hurries over to them with Monty right behind her.

Since I’m about to sweat out of my clothes, I climb up the stairs onto the air-conditioned shuttle with Maggie following me.

“Are you mad at me?” she whispers when I take a seat in the front.

“No, I’m not mad,” I reply softly since the trunk is still open as the others gather around to load up their luggage. “I just don’t know why you didn’t mention that he’s been messaging you every single day. What does he even say?”

“Not much,” she replies as she pulls out her phone and shows me the text thread.

Right, he doesn’t say much, just that he misses her, is worried about her, hopes she’s okay, misses her some more, oh and that he still loves her.

There’s just message after message, without a single reply from Maggie.

“Why didn’t you respond to any of them?” I ask her.

She shrugs and puts her phone away while glancing over her shoulder at the group. “Because I didn’t really know what to say.”

“Would you have talked to him if he had called?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. We should probably talk since things ended so abruptly. We’re probably going to see each other more than just this week.”

I don’t know how to feel about that.

Not happy for sure.

Our discussion ends as everyone climbs onto the shuttle. Kendall makes the introductions to me and Maggie. Monty’s older brother Ethan, his younger brother Hayden, and sister Genevieve. We already know Wyatt unfortunately, and then there’s Kendall’s roommate Celia who is a bridesmaid.

Hayden, several inches taller than his brothers, sits protectively next to Genevieve who wears glasses and is dressed in a white sweater despite the summer warmth, making her look like a fussy librarian. Ethan with his thirty-something frat bro vibe ends up sitting next to Celia. The freckled redhead complains that he’s wearing way too much cologne and should sit somewhere else, so he throws an arm around the back of her seat to lean in closer and asks if she brought SPF 200 sunscreen.

That leaves Wyatt alone in the seat in front of Monty and Kendall, right across from me and Maggie.

As Manny, our driver, pulls away from the airport, I reach over to take Maggie’s hand. She looks up at me in surprise but thankfully doesn’t pull away.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Kendall starts. “I’m sorry but you know I have to ask, did everyone in the wedding party remember to bring their dress or tux?”

A chorus of yeses go up and are drowned out by one “Fuck.”

“Wyatt!” Kendall huffs and leans forward to slap his shoulder. “Monty sent you a reminder just last night!”

“Sorry. I’ll get someone to mail it overnight.” He glances over at me and Maggie, his gaze lingering on her hand in mine on my lap when he asks her, “Do you have Casey’s number?”

“Y-yeah. Yes,” Maggie replies as she slips her hand free to retrieve her phone again. “I’ll text it to you now.”

“Thanks.”

“There’s plenty of time to get it shipped, cupcake,” Monty says as he comforts Kendall who just nods.

I watch as Maggie types the message and sends it. Then she looks up at me, and I can’t read the expression on her face.

It looks something like…panic for some reason.

Probably panic because Wyatt is already dragging her into his messiness.

And all I want is to make it, and him, go away.

The ride to the resort was thankfully short and check-in was quick.