Chapters (44)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Epilogue
- About the Author
David had never cared for Bill in high school. He was in their year, too, and thought he was better than everyone else. He’d rubbed it in David’s face when he ran into him that he and Missy were engaged. At that point, David really didn’t care, but Bill was eager to pour salt in the perceived wound. Just because he could.
“How are your kids?”
“Tommy goes off to college next year and Samantha is a year behind him. They’re great kids. I’m lucky.”
“Off to college, how did that happen?”
She laughed. “I know, right? The years went by so fast. I was only eighteen when I had Tommy. Another lifetime ago.”
He nodded. It was hard for him to imagine having children that age. He hadn’t even thought about marriage, let alone kids, yet. Though at thirty-six, he knew he probably should think about it at some point.
“He cheated with his secretary,” Missy said bitterly. “Such a cliché, right?”
David wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just nodded again.
“And it’s true what they say. If they do it once, they’ll do it again. They married six months ago, and I’ve already heard some rumors that he’s up to his old tricks again.”
“That’s too bad. Maybe you dodged a bullet, then. Better to find out sooner rather than later.”
“That’s true. And it’s not like I’ve had any shortage of dates. There are quite a few eligible men on this island.” She glanced at the man next to her who looked to be in his mid-fifties. He wasn’t a bad looking guy for his age and if his Rolex was an indicator, he was well off, too.
“I’m surprised you’re not off the market already,” David said.
She looked pleased to hear it. “I could be, but I’m being really picky this time. I want to make sure I choose well.”
“That’s smart.”
“Enough about me. Tell me everything about you. What you’ve been up to and how long you’re here for. Are you moving back?”
He shook his head. “I wish. But it’s just not possible with my job.”
She leaned forward and looked fascinated. “And what is your job?”
He told her about it and explained what he was doing at The Whitley.
“So, you’re there to train Paula. You’re not dating her?”
“No, I’m not dating Paula.”
“That’s a relief. She’s not good enough for you. She’s always been so mousy. I’m surprised they made her general manager.”