Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)

“Want to hear about Philip again?”

Her snort is my answer.

“When he slid his hand down my pants, he went for the wrong spot. I had to redirect his fingers, which still didn’t help his cause.”

“Stop! Stop! I remember that chump. God, he was good to look at but no skills. I thought guys learned that when they went through puberty.”

“I’m not going back for seconds.”

“Oh my God, Devon, I have a great idea. Let’s create a manual on the female anatomy as a coffee table book.”

“That’s disgusting but brilliant. We can start on that when we get back from Miami. We can even put instructional slides. I can see it now. If you want to date me and get past second base, please read this manual first.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” An angry growl comes from the patio door, and I whip around. Bryce is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed looking extremely pissed.

“Danger, Will Robinson! I must go. We are no longer alone,” I say quietly into the phone.

“Okay, be careful. Remember what I said. Talk t

o you tomorrow. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” I hang up and turn back to Bryce. Quinn’s words ring through my head, and I smile at him.

“Hi, Bryce, what are you doing back here?”

“Looking for you. Actually, everyone is looking for you. Nate said you were supposed to meet at the bar after your last run.”

“I needed to call Quinn. But we can go now.”

“You going to tell me what you needed to talk to her about?” he rumbles.

“Nope, just know that I talk to Quinn all the time and about everything. Now, let’s go meet everyone.” I try to walk past him, but he reaches around and pulls my back to his front, wrapping his arms around me.

“Devon, I’m not going to let you ignore me. Make this easy on yourself.”

“See, Bryce, that’s where you should be thanking Quinn. I’m not ignoring you anymore. What’s done is done. It’s time to move on. You asked for my forgiveness, you have it. You want to be friends again, we are. This is me not ignoring you.”

He kisses my cheek gently and lets me go but not without linking our hands together and tugging me behind him through the condo.

Oh boy, nine more days of this is going to be the biggest test of my life.

“Daylight Savings Time!” I scream, and the other ladies cheer. The three of us dance around and high-five. We’ve been playing Pictionary for an hour and beat the guys every round. Groans surround us as the group of sore losers lay back on the sofa.

“I think it was a terrible idea to have men against women,” Nate complains.

“Hey! There are four of you. It was your idea,” I remind him.

“Yeah, but I forgot Dad draws like a preschooler.”

“Don’t be a sour puss. Get me some wine.” I thrust my empty glass in his face. He rolls his eyes, but the losing team has to wait on the winners.

“Dev, I think my body needs a break from skiing tomorrow. The last three days have made me sore. You want to go shopping with us?” my mom asks, pointing between her and Sheila.

“Yes.”

“Okay, this old man is going to bed,” my dad announces and kisses my head before slapping Nate on the back.

I sip my wine and watch all the parents go to their beds. After I listened to Quinn’s advice and decided to move on, this vacation has been perfect. It’s almost exactly like old times. Nate, Bryce, and I have spent the days running the courses.