Chapter Twenty-Seven
I stared out at the setting sun over the Mediterranean. Where the sky met the sea, it looked like a mashup of black and blue. Pretty much how I was feeling right now.
A pair of arms came around me. In one hand was a wine glass. I took it and downed it in two gulps.
“Does drinking and driving apply to boats?” Loren asked as she sat down next to me with a glass in her other hand.
I shrugged. I planned to get stupid-drunk and then dock somewhere in the middle of the ocean. Or maybe I should switch that order? We were taking a true girls’ trip, away from boys and any other distractions, in order to mend our bruised and broken hearts. There were no cares about getting a groove back right now. Men were not welcome on the dance floor of this boat.
“Nia? Are you sure y
