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Maggie

Kendall and I have had so many frozen margaritas that we’ve got the giggles as we float on side-by-side loungers in the pool, our fourth or fifth in our hands.

“I still can’t believe you spent the night in jail,” she remarks with a laugh.

“It was fun,” I tell her before I take a sip of the most refreshing beverage ever.

“God, you have it bad,” she says. “Don’t you feel even a little bad for Wyatt that he got punched?”

“I didn’t last night,” I tell her honestly. “But then this morning, Teddy and I ran into him when we were leaving our room and I saw the bruise. I told Teddy the truth, that I’m the one who ended things because I think he blamed him for breaking up with me.”

“Did you tell him why?” Kendall asks as she loudly slurps up the last remains of her drink.

“God, no.”

“Are you going to tell me or make me guess?”

“You probably know,” I remark.

“After a first kiss that was so hot you broke the bed, maybe you should tell him. And me too.”

“He’s just been too long without getting back together with Natalie,” I explain to her. “His checklist is probably feeling neglected,” I add with a giggle.

“His checklist?” Kendall asks. She huffs out another laugh and says, “Girl, don’t laugh too hard or you’re gonna show some nip in that top.”

Her comment only makes me giggle harder. “It’s true,” I admit as I reach down to adjust the triangle. “It’s Theo’s fault. And you’re one to talk, Kendall!”

“This is my seduce Monty swimsuit,” she says about her white bikini, the one she also wore in their fake engagement photos that became real.

Of course, she can’t resist lifting her hand to show off her giant diamond she calls “her precious.”

“And it worked perfectly, didn’t it?” she says.

“It did,” I agree sneaking a glance at our guys lounging under the umbrella like two old men. Theo looks hot and miserable. So hot that he sits up in the chair and pulls his shirt up and off.

“Finally,” I whisper with a dreamy sigh as I take advantage of my dark sunglasses to stare at his perfect abs and pecs.

Within a second of his shirt coming off, two women walk over and point to my chair, I assume to ask if it’s taken even though my cover up and flip-flops are right there.

“Wait. Maggie, how are your bigger boobs Theo’s fault?” Kendall asks me.

“Ugh. He’s my comfort food supplier. I’m now an ice cream addict thanks to him.”

“Aww, that’s sweet.”

“There’s nothing sweet about gaining weight, especially when I have to see my ex around the pool all week,” I remind her.

I subtly glance around the chairs for Wyatt but he’s nowhere to be found. Which is good. I figured he would be coming out here since he was in his boardshorts.

“He’s not here,” Kendall says like she’s psychic. “Last I heard he was going down to the beach to teach Gen how to surf.”

“Gen?” I ask in confusion. “Oh, right. Monty’s little sister.”

“It was pretty nice of him to invite her along. I get the feeling that she’s sort of a wallflower and has been forgotten by her mom and brothers in all the wedding excitement.”

“Uh-huh,” I mutter. “And I’m sure Wyatt offered with no intention of trying to make me jealous.”

“He probably just didn’t want to have to see you and Theo all over each other in the pool after he got punched by the man you’re allegedly screwing,” she says. Then, “Speaking of your Teddy Bear, he’s getting hit on by two women who look like they would rip him in half, spilling all his stuffing everywhere.”