Fake Marriage Box Set

“Oh, it's so beautiful,” Andrea agreed. She shook her head. “You're so lucky that you live here. I can't even imagine. Going to the beaches every day, gorging on fresh fruit shakes, doing yoga, and just relaxing. It's so incredible here.”

I grimaced a little, glad that she couldn't see me from her face-down position on the mat. “Yeah, it's pretty great,” I said. “But it has its drawbacks too. My life isn't like what yours is like when you're on your vacation, remember. I have to come in here to work and everything. I have to pay the bills. I cook a lot of my meals rather than eating out at restaurants.”

“True,” Andrea said. “But this is your job. You're not stuck in an office, and you're not stuck with a bunch of obnoxious coworkers. This one girl who I work with is getting married in a few weeks, and she's been so ridiculous for months now. It's her fiancé this and her fiancé that. It’s all she talks about, and then there's the actual work.”

I shook my head, listening to her ramble on, letting her get it out of her system. The thing was, I had always loved Hawaii, and I always would. But the thing about it was, the grass was always greener on the other side. She had a selection of thousands of guys who she could marry. I knew everyone on the island. I'd grown up with them all. Unless they were tourists, who were just there for a few weeks, if that, and then went back home again.

Plus, there was this whole business thing with Mina. She'd been careful not to hint at it again since she had brought up the idea of merging our businesses, but I couldn't help feeling the weight of that idea every morning when she came by to see me. I still hadn't made a decision on it, except that I wasn't sure about it and didn't know how to approach any of the issues with her.

Finally, it was time for the massage to be over, and since it was my last massage of the day, I suppressed a sigh of relief at that. All I wanted was to go home, take a dip in the hot tub, and drink a glass of wine. Then, maybe I'd give Lino a call and see what he was up to that weekend.

My plans were derailed as I walked out of the massage room and saw Christian standing there, waiting for me.

“Oh my god, Christian Wall!” my client said, her voice unnaturally shrill. She immediately threw her arms around him. “I thought you were back in New York already? Can we take a picture? My friends aren't going to believe this. It's you! Oh, my God. You look even more handsome in person. Do you need someone to show you around Hawaii? I haven't been here that long, but I know some great places.”

Christian grimaced but went through the motions, allowing the girl to take a selfie with him and chat his ear off. Finally, she seemed to notice the way he was looking at me, and she paused, glancing between the two of us. “Oh,” she said. “Oh. Sorry, I'll leave you to it.” She coughed lightly, gave him one last hug, and then, mercifully, left us in peace.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Christian

Gretchen didn't look happy to see me, standing there in the lobby of her shop, and I couldn't blame her. And then there was all the awkwardness with her customer recognizing me. If there was ever a time that I wished I could be totally unrecognizable, it was then. Still, it wasn't like I could tell the girl to get lost so that I could talk to Gretchen. I tried to convey to Gretchen with my eyes just how uncomfortable I was.

Finally, the woman left, and Gretchen and I were alone.

“Get out,” she whispered, her hands clenching into fists.

“Gretchen, please,” I said, desperate to just talk to her, to explain. I had a feeling if anyone was going to make sense of what was going on in my head right now, it was her. She had always seemed to understand me so well. So much better than I even understood myself. But she showed no signs of wanting to hear me say anything.

“Get out,” she repeated, louder this time. She pointed a finger at me. “You don't get to just disappear and then show up two weeks later like nothing ever happened. Maybe that's the way things work with your other fuck-buddies, but-”

“Gretchen, you were never just a fuck-buddy, and you know that. I would hope so, anyway,” I said pleadingly.

“Oh, really?” she asked sarcastically. “I thought that's what we were. Since, you know, we never were in a relationship or anything. Like you said, I knew you were going back to New York, and you knew I was going to stay here in Hawaii. We were just fucking. That's what fuck-buddies do, isn't it? No strings attached.”

“Gretchen,” I sighed, running a hand back through my hair.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. She caught my arm and began pushing me out her shop.

“I knew I'd ruined things,” I muttered, hating the raw feeling the crept into my voice.

Gretchen laughed bitterly. “What, was there any question of that?” she asked. “You were an ass to me, Christian. You-”

“Jeff said I wouldn't know if I'd ruined things unless I actually asked you,” I admitted. “God, I know it was stupid of me to fly all the way down here. I just...”

“As a matter of fact, I'm planning on going on a date with Lino this weekend,” she said, tossing her hair a little. “So, as you can see, whatever we had, I'm over it now.”

I grimaced. “Gretchen-” I started. Then, I shook my head. “I'm sorry. I know that that probably doesn't mean anything, but I'm sorry for the way I treated you on New Year's Eve and for the fact that I just skipped town without even telling you I was going. It was stupid. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I need to make sure you know how sorry I am. You're such an amazing woman, one of the only women who I've ever felt compelled to be close to.” I took a deep breath. “But I suppose that doesn't matter now. I fucked things up. I just hope that you're happy in the future, Gretchen, whoever you end up with, whether it's Lino or, or someone else. You deserve the best.”

Gretchen stared at me for a long moment, looking as though she was warring with herself internally. “You're sorry?” she said finally.

I took that as encouragement to continue. “I haven't been fair to you,” I said. “Like I said, you deserve the best, and I've been…”

“An ass,” Gretchen said succinctly.

“Worse than that,” I told her, shaking my head. “It's not just New Year's. We've been dating the whole time I've been here, but I refused to even try to commit to anything more than that. That wasn't fair to you. I knew that you were looking for a relationship, and I knew that I was acting as though we were in a relationship, without bothering to try to figure out any sorts of long-term details. But the truth is, Gretchen, I didn't know what I was doing.”

“What, you didn't realize you were stringing me along?” she asked harshly.