“Would you still be with her if Trent hadn’t come along?”

He puffed out a frustrated sigh. “Probably. I don’t know. It depends on if she would have moved out to California like we’d talked about.”

“You talked about moving in together?”

He sighed. “Yes. Evidently, we need to talk more about this until you’re clear and you feel better about certain things, but right now, we have to get ready for the ceremony. Okay?”

“Okay. But…Thomas?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m never going to be okay with unresolved feelings.”

He looked at me with sad eyes. “Don’t do that. I’m sorry I talked about retiring here. It’s too soon. I freaked you out. I get it.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. This has been an ongoing conversation.”

“I’m aware.”

I glared at him.

“Liis…” He pressed his lips together, stopping himself from whatever he was about to say. After a few moments, he spoke again, “We’ll figure it out. Just hang in there with me.”

I nodded, and then he offered a small smile before pulling the shower door closed.

“Thomas?” I said.

He opened the door again, aggravation darkening his face.

“I just…I don’t want to hurt you.”

His eyes turned soft. He looked wounded. “You don’t want to get hurt.”

“Does anyone?”

“You have to weigh the joy against the risk.”

I nodded and then left him to finish his shower. The foliage and ocean were visible even from the middle of the room, and I tried to forget about my present worries and our future and everything in between.

I fell onto the bed, bouncing twice. It was unsettling being with someone with such a strong bullshit shield. Thomas had called me out on making excuses to run before I’d even realized what I was doing.

There was a knock on the door. I looked around, not sure if we had even told anyone which room we were in. I crept over to the door and used the peephole. My blood ran cold and boiled at the same time.

Oh. My. God.

Chapter Nineteen

I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO, so I slid the chain and then yanked the door open with a smile. “Hi.”

Camille hesitated. Her navy strapless cocktail dress had the tiniest bit of sparkle in the threading. When she made the slightest shift, the fabric would catch the light, emphasizing her every movement. I imagined she had to stick to simple clothing to avoid clashing with the busy color-by-numbers on her arms.

“The, uh…the guys are all getting ready in Shepley and America’s room. They’re taking pictures, too.”

“Okay,” I said, slowly pushing the door shut. “I’ll let him know.”