When Joey woke, it was with the disorientation of a nap stretched too long. Her eyes blinked open to the outline of Grant. He was staring at the glow-in-the-dark constellation he’d had framed to put up on the wall when he’d proposed. It was his favorite constellation, Perseus and Andromeda with their grand love legend. He’d showed Joey that constellation in Bali and said he always wanted to stare at it with her. Stargazing together on their balcony with glasses of wine was one of their favorite evening pastimes, and Joey always felt content as Grant pointed out and explained things about all the different stars.

“I’m so sorry, Jo,” said Grant as she shifted, and he turned to face her.

“What?” Joey clutched a pillow to her chest—a salve or a shield, she wasn’t sure. Her stomach was now surprisingly sedate. But that was just the physicality of her binge; her shame was fresh, curdled on top.

“I’m just so sorry, babe. I’m sorry for leaving you alone last night. You told me the most awful thing in your life, and I ran.”

“You had the right to run,” said Joey, as a feeling flooded her. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. Relief, but threaded with unease.

“No. I didn’t have the right.”

Joey breathed in his spicy Armani cologne. She buried her face in his chest. “I should have asked if you’d be okay with—”

“It doesn’t matter.” He tipped her head up. “I’m so sorry for what your mom did to your family.”

“Yeah…” She was eager for the pillow of him. She didn’t want his eyes.

“When I think about you finding out about Lily—”

“Can we not…?”

“Okay. So…you saw Leo again today?”

“Yeah. He took me out on his new yacht.”

“His yacht?”

“Yeah. Leo owns yachts. He has a crew operating the first in Monaco, and apparently he’s going to the Caribbean with this next one.”

“Leo owns yachts,” repeated Grant. “You couldn’t have an ex-boyfriend who was, say, a garbage collector?”

She laughed. “Sorry.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“Oh.” Joey reached for her phone. She flipped through the roll. “That’s Leo in front of his new boat.”

Grant studied it for a few beats. “Good-looking guy. He’s got big arms, huh?”

“I didn’t notice.” Joey squirmed against Grant’s biceps. “The important thing is, he agreed to keep things quiet for now. He’ll stay until after the wedding, and we’ll tell them all before we go back to Bali. And…maybe you guys should meet.”

“Leo? We should. Yeah.” Grant was quiet, a contrast with his general tendency not to draw breath between words. “How about Tuesday? I can get out early. I’ll grill.”

“Okay. I’ll ask him. It’s probably fine. He’s got nothing but time down here.”