Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
At that, Bruce zips up his shorts.
“Really? You’re just taking his word for it?” I glower at the man who betrayed me.
“Oh, for sure. Kevin is a walking encyclopedia. He reads scholarly journals for fun.”
“See?” Tucker sighs with relief. “For fuck’s sake.”
“I’m Kevin,” the man says, offering his hand to me. He appears to be older than the oiled-up Bruce, maybe in his early forties. “I apologize for him.”
“Just trying to help.” Bruce gives Tucker an apologetic smile.
“You folks visiting?” Kevin asks.
“We’re staying at the Di Laurentis house for a week,” I tell them. “Sorry to rope you into all this.” I look at Tucker. “I really was just trying to help.”
“Let us introduce ourselves properly. We’d love to have you over for dinner tomorrow night,” Kevin offers.
I smile. “That’d be great. Thank you.”
“Get him sorted out,” Kevin says with a sympathetic nod at Tucker. “Run it under a hot shower or soak in a hot tub for about twenty to forty minutes. Take some pain medication. That’s about all there is to be done for it. I’ve been stung twice, so I know the drill.”
“We will, thanks.”
“That was for the plane, wasn’t it?” Tucker accuses as I’m getting him back to the house after we leave Bruce and Kevin.
“I would never.”
“You almost let a man pee on me, Sabrina.”
“That’s how much I love you.”
26
Sabrina
Day 3
“You don’t have to babysit me,” Tucker says the next day. He’s sprawled on the beach chair next to mine, absently brushing sand off his abdomen. “I’m fine here if you want to go for a swim.”
“In that?” I look up from my book to nod at the lovely blue expanse in front of us. All full of terrors untold. “Not a chance.”
“So the ocean is the devil now?”
“Yes. Yes it is.”
He snorts a laugh at me from behind his dark sunglasses. I choose to ignore that. He thinks it’s funny now, but last night he was a crying toddler with his mangled leg. We spent the rest of the day laid up inside, eating and watching movies while I kept working on our will. Not exactly the honeymoon of our dreams.
“The ocean and I have an understanding,” I explain. “I stay away from it, and it doesn’t try to kill me.”
“I’ve been to the beach a thousand times. First time anything ever got me. You don’t have to be scared of it.”
“Sounds like something the ocean would say.”
I’m flipping to the next page when my phone beeps. The villa Wi-Fi encompasses this section of the beach, so I’ve been making sure to connect to it every time we’re outside just in case there’s an emergency back home. I glance at the screen to find a message Grace just sent to our girls’ group chat.
GRACE: Wanted to share the news before you saw that stupid Hockey Hotties blog post. And if you’ve already seen it, then yes, it’s true.
What news? And what blog post? Rather than ask for clarification, I click on the automatic link generated by my phone, which takes me to that ridiculous hockey blog run by a group of rabid groupies.
The article in question is at the very top of the page.
Secret Wedding Scandal!!!!!!!
Make sure you’re sitting down, ladies and gents!! BECAUSE WE HAVE NEWS!!!
We are sad to inform you that our very own John Logan is off the market!
We’ll wait while you go grab the tissues…
Okay, are you back??! Well, it’s true, everyone. Our sources have confirmed that JL has indeed married his longtime girlfriend. And not only that, but the sneaky man did it MONTHS AGO!! Like, we’re talking wintertime. The nerve of him!!!
Are we happy for that big sexy man?? Well, yeah. Of course!! But we’re also CRUSHED!!!!
I stop reading. The excessive punctuation is too much. Besides, I already got the gist of it. If this silly blog is correct, then Grace and Logan got married behind all our backs. This past winter.
The nerve of them.
“Tucker!” I growl.
He looks up in alarm. “What is it?”
“Did you know Logan and Grace got married?” I demand.
His jaw drops. “No. Seriously?”
I click back into the group chat and waste no time furiously typing up a storm.
ME: Omg. You made us find out from the internet? What kind of friendship is this??!?
ALLIE: Seriously!!??
GRACE: Oh, shut it, Allie. You knew.
ME: YOU KNEW?
ALLIE: Hey, in my defense, Hannah knew too.
ME: Yeah, but Hannah’s not a gossip. YOU’RE the gossip in the group and that means it was your duty to tell us.
HANNAH: Thanks, S.
ALLIE: Oh come on. How is this on me? They’re the ones who got married in secret.
GRACE: I’m sorry we didn’t say anything earlier. We were waiting to tell my dad until after my graduation. We finally shared the news with him and Mom last night, and both of Logan’s parents.
ME: I need details. Now.