“You remember Charlie?” Emerson asks, motioning for us to follow her towards the sand.
“I do. Nice to see you again.”
“And you.” Charlie smiles, leaning in for a quick hug which catches me off guard. “So, did Emerson tell you this was our kid-free day? I’m so excited.”
“Oh, you have kids?” I ask, trying not be rude but admiring her youthful skin. “You look so young and fresh.”
Charlie and Emerson laugh in unison. “I don’t feel it. Yes, three girls.”
We find a spot in a not-so-crowded section, setting up our towels and laying with our view facing the ocean. The water is gentle; not the normally rough waves that crash along the shoreline.
My towel is laid flat, and with my butt firmly in place, I lather up to avoid the scorching sun and its deathly rays. Both Emerson and Charlie had great bodies. It was impossible not to admire their
nice tanned skin, curves in all the right places and bikinis that showed off their toned physiques.
I couldn’t be any more pale. My bikini wasn’t even a bikini. It was a halter crop-top and little shorts. I bought it eight years ago when Phoebe and I planned a trip to Miami for spring break which fell through because we both got mono the day before.
“I really love your swimsuit. In fact, I love the dresses you wear,” Emerson compliments, passing a bottle of iced tea which she retrieved from a cooler. “Not to sound ungrateful, I love getting free clothes, but I wish they would have me wear some different styles.”
I couldn’t relate. Emerson had a different life. Designers threw themselves at her and she was somewhat obliged to wear their designs. I shopped at Target. Occasionally, Walmart. It wasn’t a problem until I arrived here. Emerson loved to talk about clothes; telling us about her fitness line and what new items would be on the racks in Australia.
I craved the girl time; grateful that Emerson wanted to hang out. We talked about life, their kids, Emerson’s current dilemma with Logan wanting another kid. Charlie was quick to give her two cents.
“See, this is the problem with men. They have no concept of how difficult being pregnant is. Nine months of uncomfortable swelling not to mention indigestion and heartburn,” Charlie complains.
“And gas. Do you know how embarrassing it is when you can’t control a fart in public?” Emerson adds, scowling behind her oversized shades.
I clutch my stomach, laughing at the thought. They both laugh as well, Emerson continuing her story of the time she accidently silent-farted during a live taping on a show only to have the crew complain later how much something stunk.
“Sorry, Milana. It’s not like we’re trying to put you off but just be warned.” Charlie giggles.
“Nah, all good. Don’t think that’s in the cards for me.”
“As in kids?” Emerson questions, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Yeah, kids, babies. Aside from my brother, I’ve never spent much time around them. They’re cute but I don’t have this yearn for them like most women.”
“And this guy back home?” Emerson asks. “Haven’t you guys been together for a bit?”
“Oh.” Charlie grins. “There’s a guy back home? I always pictured that whole ‘guy back home’ to be this wholesome unbelievably gorgeous man with light eyes and messy hair. He wears a white tee and ripped jeans.”
“I think you just described Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise. Does he wear a cowboy hat too?” Emerson chuckles.
Charlie sits herself up, grinning. “Oh, and he’s a mechanic. A little rough but so sweet.”
I can barely contain my laughter. “That is Liam alright. Everything but the cowboy hat.”
“Oh, do tell.” Charlie moves in closer to me. “Let me live vicariously through you.”
“Charlie!” Emerson scolds. “If Lex heard your say that, you’d be in the dog house forever. Charlie’s husband is one of those alpha possessive males. The kind you read about in books.”
“Um, hello? And you think Logan is not? Please, Logan is equally as bad as Lex. At least Lex can tolerate Julian being around. Whenever Wesley is anywhere around you, Logan turns into a creature of jealousy.”
A lump forms in my throat, my ability to swallow crippled by the mention of his name. I didn’t want to show how much it affected me, trying to hold onto the part of the conversation that didn’t quite make sense.
“You look confused.” Charlie laughs, taking a deep breath afterwards. “Julian is kind of my ex.”
“Fiancé.” Emerson chimes in. “Married to Lex’s sister.”