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“With the dolphins.” I nod.
“And with me and Jazz?”
“And with you and Jazz.”
“Yay!” She breaks away from her mother, snags Jasmine’s hand, and tugs her toward the open doors. “Come on, you’ve got to see them. They’re jumping.”
Corinne hooks one of the girl’s suitcases to her own and begins dragging the luggage after the girls. Halfway to the doors, she turns. “Brett, Jack, can you handle the other bags, meet us at the bungalow?”
“We got it,” I say.
“We’ll be right there,” Brett promises.
“The concierge says it’s to the right,” Corinne says. “Yellow Coral.” She pins her gaze on Brett. “Maybe you two could chat while I’ve got the girls for a minute, hm? Tell him.”
Then she spins around and chases after the two runaways.
“Tell me what?” I ask Brett.
He bends over his suitcase and busies himself by looping a pink duffel over the handle. He’s paying way too much attention to the luggage tag.
“Hm. Says here the airport code for Honolulu is HNL. How ‘bout that?”
“Cut it out. Tell me what…?”
“Look, you’re not gonna like this. Corinne and I debated waiting ‘til we get home to tell you, but she thinks you’ll see it online this week, and it would be better if you hear it from us.”
“What are you talking about?”
We start ambling toward the French doors. The lobby is vast and spacious, fragrant with salty sea air. I hear waves crashing in the distance.
Sunlight illuminates palm fronds that are visible through the doors. Pink, tropical flowers as big as trumpet horns dance in the ocean breeze.
Man, this place is beautiful.
I look around for the woman in black, but she’s no longer standing by the entrance like before, with that boxy black suitcase at her feet.
She was either checking in or checking out.
Part of me hopes she was checking in. I wouldn’t mind seeing her around this place this week.
Not that I’d make a move or anything. I’m not exactly available.
My ex, Jessica, and I broke up over a year ago, but I’m pretty sure we’ll get back together one day soon. I mean, we lived together for two freaking years. I invested a lot into that relationship, and I’m still waiting for it to pay off.
One of these days, Jess will realize she made a mistake when she left me.
One of these days, she’ll apologize.
When she asks me if we can start up again, I’ll say yes.
I mean, we’re still friendly. We interact, even if it’s only online, through social media. We send chatty messages daily. She likes nearly all my posts; I like hers.
Because of all that, I don’t consider myself single. I consider myself in a complicated situation.
And, really, who isn’t?
Relationships are complicated.
