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Kaylee
“And this is important because you’re going to squeeze out the juice, getting the most out the fruit.” I showed the new girl how I cut the oranges into wedges for the Paradise Blues, my signature cocktail. I was at the bar at the resort’s yacht, training a new employee.
“Got it,” Lorena said with a nod. “I can see what you’re saying.”
Looking out toward land, I saw Pitt ambling up the beach with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. His dark hair was damp, hanging in loose curls. He wore the Aviator sunglasses I’d given him a couple of days after our shopping excursion.
It had been a week since our little trip to Aruba, and Pitt had me wondering what had happened to the man who’d been set on being more than just my friend. He and I had seen each other every day, spending t
