“I can’t believe I’m so nervous.” Scarlett ran her hands down her stomach, which wasn’t anywhere near flat. “The beach. I can’t go to the beach with him.”
Adele tucked a black swimming suit into Scarlett’s suitcase. “Of course you can. You’ve already said yes, and you’re leaving in an hour.” She gave Scarlett a pointed look she barely felt. “Which is why you should’ve let me come help you pack last night.”
“I didn’t sleep at all last night,” Scarlett said, all of her senses so heightened she could barely use them. “This is a bad idea, right?” She met Adele’s eye, and she sighed and sat down on the bed beside the suitcase.
“Come sit for a second.”
Scarlett complied, but only because she didn’t know what else to do.
“Honey, you like this man, right?”
“Yes.”
“And he likes you.”
Scarle
