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Fuck. She did not just say that to my board. Insinuating that I’m late because we were fucking.
These guys are going to—
“We totally understand,” Anthony’s wife says. “I remember our first trip here, too. It must be something about the air in a place like this that makes us all a bit more adventurous.”
My eyes widen, but then another wife adds to the comment, and another after that. Suddenly, names are being exchanged between Grace and the wives, and Marcus is scowling at me.
He clearly wanted me to be late for this, but it seems to have backfired.
And I owe all that to Grace.
Two hours later, food has been eaten, drinks consumed, and all the wives and Grace have agreed to have a girls’ spa day the day after next.
I set my fork down after my last bite and rest my hand on the table, glancing around at these men who haven’t mentioned work once. Not even Marcus.
A part of me still can’t believe I’m on this trip. So many days, weeks, months of me worrying that my spot as CEO might never happen, and yet, here I am, a few steps away from getting everything I’ve ever wanted.
Suddenly, a hand grabs mine, flips it over, and laces her fingers with mine.
I glance at the woman next to me, who has rosy cheeks and glossy eyes from her night of many mojitos.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her head tilting as she smiles at me.
“I’m doing great, Sunny. How are you?”
“Relaxed,” she answers, and I laugh. “And happy,” she adds. “Like genuinely happy. I almost forgot what this feels like.”
My smile falters.
“Yeah? All from a few drinks, huh?”
“Mmm.” She scoots close to me, resting her head on my shoulder. “The drinks, the food, and the room are all factors, but I think it’s the company that does me in the most. We wasted too many years arguing, didn’t we?”
Her voice has dropped, and with the way I lean toward her, one would think we are in a romantic exchange of words.
“We did, but that’s over now, right? For good?”
She nods, and her gaze settles on mine.
“Should we go back to the room now?” she asks.
“If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.”
I stand, taking her hand in mine.
“We’ll see you all at breakfast,” is the only announcement I give.
We weave our way through the resort back to our room, and once we are inside, Grace starts to laugh.
“How about that abrupt exit, huh? They are probably all smitten with our love story right now.”
Those are the words I needed earlier. To remind me why we are here. The way she holds her hands up to do finger quotes when she says love story is like a punch to the gut.
“Yeah.” I scratch my chin. “I bet.”
I move to my side of the bed, where my bag is, but Grace flops onto the bed and reaches for me.
