“He drove to Pennsylvania and didn’t go into details?” Nicola scoffed. “Typical man.”

“He gave me an airplane ticket.”

Silence.

For a second, which Sugar broke. Big surprise. “To where?”

“I, um, haven’t actually looked. It’s in an envelope.”

“Well, Jesus, Sarah. Go look. We’ll wait.”

She laughed. Yup, Sugar was definitely the bossy one. “Okay.”

Why was she nervous to open the envelope? Maybe because she was considering it. The kids would be fine with her mom. They’d spent plenty of vacations with their grandma before, without her or Brock. Maybe because she didn’t know how she felt about staying married, but when he was in front of her, all she could think about was the benefits of being married.

She peeled back the flap and pulled out her ticket. Leaving in two days. Flying first class. “Saint Lucia.”

Nicola squealed. “Oh, I love it there!”

Sugar grumbled. “I’ve never been.”

Laughing, Nicola added, “Well, I’ve never vacationed there. But I did have some downtime while playing spy games. I was able to take in a few tiki bars. All part of my cover. You wouldn’t believe how international terrorists like their island getaways. But I wasn’t complaining.”

Sarah chewed her lip. “I’ve never been either.” What would she bring? A swimsuit or a chastity belt? It’d be hard to focus on rebuilding a marriage if all she wanted to do was focus on his—wait. Was she considering this? And had simply seeing him been enough to start thawing her thoughts on staying married? Because she still had the same concerns. Major concerns. She didn’t know who he really was. She needed to protect her children from the lifestyle he led.

“So, it’s settled.” Sugar sighed. “You and Brock are rehabbing marriage in the tropical land of luxury. If I were the romantic type, I’d think this was sweet.”

It was settled? Not sure anything was settled. “I don’t—”

“If Cash and I ever have a major blowout, please tell him to bring me to an island.”

Major blowout? This was more than that. She’d made the decision to separate from her husband. But she was, at least for this phone call’s sake, agreeing to give him a second chance. “I have to think about it.”

Sugar made a humming noise. “Do you love the man, Sarah?”

Oh no. Now the ladies were digging in deep. She couldn’t ignore them. They’d just show up on her doorstep like Brock. “Yes. I did. I mean, I don’t really know who he is.”

“That crap again. See, Nic, I told ya.”