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“We didn’t need a suite. It’s too big,” I said, looking around at the spacious floor plan that included a small kitchen, dining area, living area, and a wet bar. The bedroom rivaled the one in the penthouse, and I couldn’t resist jumping onto the white satin cover, sliding against the padded headboard and six oversized pillows.
“You’re like a little kid,” Oliver remarked with a chuckle, joining me on the bed and mimicking my jump.
“I need a shower,” I declared, getting off the bed and gazing out the windows that faced the ocean. Dots in the distance through the turquoise water hinted at Fox Island. With seven months before our wedding, I was confident the house would be finished on time.
“Charles said we’re on schedule to finish by June. We should pick out furniture while we’re here,” Oliver said, his tone businesslike.
I turned to him with a frown. “I thought this was a vacation?”
“A working vacation,” he corrected. “I want everything perfect when we get down here for our honeymoon.”
“You can only do that if we actually come here before we get married,” I pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
“Then we will,” he said, shrugging.
“No, I want it to be a surprise,” I insisted.
“You’ve already seen it. Besides, you always yell at me for surprising you. Are you going to let me see the design of your dress?” he teased.
My mouth dropped open as I untucked my shirt from my jeans. “No. It’s bad luck to see the dress.”
A few weeks ago, I had sat down with the Vicarias to discuss what I wanted in a wedding dress. They emailed the design to me a couple of days later, and I was in love. Oliver would cry when he saw it on me.
“That’s a myth,” he said, smirking.
“Be patient. You’ll love it. We need to discuss your tux,” I reminded him.
“We have plenty of time for that. I can buy one.”
“What about the groomsmen?” I asked, folding my arms.
“I can buy their tuxes too,” he said nonchalantly.
“Big spender,” I mumbled.
Just then, my cell phone rang, and I slid it out of my back pocket to answer. “Hello, Ty. How are you?”
“I’m good. I miss you. I sent you a few texts, but you never answered me,” Ty said, his voice warm.
“I’m sorry, things have been crazy,” I explained.
“Can we go out for drinks one day this week?” he asked.
“Drinks?” I repeated, glancing at Oliver, who narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. I looked away from his intense stare.
“I’m not in New York,” I continued.
“Where are you?” Ty sounded surprised.
“St. Croix. Oliver wanted to show me the home he’s having built on Fox Island,” I explained.
“Must be nice to have money,” Ty said, his voice dripping with bitterness.
“It’s not everything,” I replied softly.
“But it helps. He got everything. Money, success, and the girl,” Ty shot back.
“Stop it, Ty. We can go out on the weekend. How about lunch?”
