Liam removed his hat and sketched a bow. “You, my lady, made a request for sandy beaches and palm fans, complete with a heroic, movie-worthy exit. I’m here to deliver. So start saying your goodbyes. We’ve got a plane to catch in—” He checked his watch “—three hours, and we’ve got to get to Jackson.”
Riley gaped at him. “You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack. Seven full days of sun and tropical breezes.”
Vacation lust hit her square in the chest, followed immediately by doubts. “But I can’t go anywhere. We just got the pharmacy back open, and I’m not even packed.”
“Mom’s got the pharmacy, and sure you are. Autumn packed for you.”
Riley turned to look at her friend.
“It’s true. I did. I was all up in your closet, double-oh-seven style.” Autumn mimed sneaking like a spy.
“When?”
“I have a key. It’s not like it was hard. Liam’s got the bag in his car.”
“But how do I even know you got everything?”
“I have a list.” Liam pulled a folded paper from a pocket.
Riley waved a hand. “Of course, you do.”
“Boy Scout. Always prepared.” He began to read down the list. “Bikini.”
Autumn nodded. “Check.”
“Shorts.”
“For both beach and hiking, check.”
Riley felt like she was watching a tennis match as her gaze bounced from one to the other during the exchange.
“Shirts.”
“Check.”
“Couple of dresses.”
“Check.”
“Underwear for a week.”
Riley immediately sent Autumn a warning glare. She could just imagine what her friend had deemed the thing to pack on a tropical vacation with Liam. She wouldn’t put it past her to see that Riley went commando the whole week. Or wore nothing but skimpy lingerie. With Autumn it could go either way.
Autumn didn’t bother to hide her grin. “Check.”
“Toiletries.”
“Double check. I probably had a better list than you did for that.”
“True thing. Passport.”
“Check.”
“You actually found my passport? I didn’t even remember where I put it.”
“Took a while. I thought for sure you’d cop to the fact that your drawers had been rifled.”