“Nothing wrong with being an action star.” She copies my pose, stretching her curvy legs out. Her little toes are painted bubblegum pink now. Why I find that cute as hell is a mystery. “Look at Harrison Ford. He’s one of the biggest stars of all time. The majority of his movies are action films.”

“Yes,” I agree, deadpan. “All I have to do is somehow land roles in movies as epic as Star Wars and Indiana Jones, and I’m all set.”

She gives me a nudge. “If anyone can own this town, you can.”

“I don’t know if I want to.”

My confession has her turning on her side to face me. “Are you happy?”

Something deep inside my gut tightens uncomfortably. “What a question,” I quip with a huff of laughter.

Her gaze is steady and serious. “It’s a hard one, isn’t it? Sometimes, I’ll ask myself, and I have no idea what the answer is. Which probably means I’m not.”

I set my glass and hers on the pavers and then turn to lie on my side so that we’re face to face. “Maybe we’re not meant to be completely happy at all times,” I say. “I’m happy on the set, when things are flowing. Good conversation with good friends makes me happy.” I move closer, resting fully on the lounger. She’s close enough that all I’d have to do to kiss her is lean over. “I’m happy when I’m with you.”

Her gaze goes slumberous as she studies my face like she’s taking in the details and committing them to memory. “Would it surprise you to learn that I’m happy when I’m with you too?”

“Yes,” I say truthfully, my heart thudding in my throat. “But I’m damn glad you are, Tot.”

Her smile is small but pleased. Neither of us says anything more. I’m content to lie here and simply be—because she’s here, and that’s all I need right now. Slowly, creeping like she’s afraid I’ll bolt, Delilah edges closer. I wait it out, pulse thrumming. Her warm leg collides with mine. I let out a breath, and my leg slides between hers.

The sun sinks, hot orange on the cool-blue ocean. We could be watching the sunset. We’re watching each other instead. Curled up close, our limbs intertwining. The evening light turns Delilah’s skin caramel, and her eyes gleam like old gold. She’s so beautiful she makes my heart hurt.