“Yes, I know.” He frowns as he stares out at the people around us, totally distracted. “What time are we leaving?”
“I’ve got Monica’s baby shower this afternoon, and you’re meeting us at the bar, remember?”
He rolls his eyes.
I frown up at him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” He grabs my hand as we cross the road.
“If you don’t want to come out tonight then don’t come.”
“I’m fucking coming, all right.” He glances down at me. “Did you get the gold one?”
I smile broadly. “Uh-huh. I’m going to be loving myself sick in that bikini.”
“Hmm.” He replies flatly. “It was a bit skimpy, wasn’t it?”
“Nope, I might even go topless over there. Maybe even nude.” I widen my eyes. “The possibilities are endless really.”
“That won’t be happening.”
“Why not?”
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“Because…” He frowns. “I’m not protecting you from the sleezy gazes of men. Women get abducted from Majorca all the time, you know.”
“They do not.” I giggle and kiss his shoulder. “Doesn’t bother you here. Being my bouncer is your favorite pastime.”
I glance down to realize that we’re still holding hands. Nathan seems to notice at the same time. He drops my hand like a hot potato and takes a huge step back. “Listen… I’m going to take a raincheck on breakfast.”
“Oh, okay.”
“I’m very busy and I can’t be loitering around the shops with you all day. Goodbye, Eliza,” he announces formally.
Jeez, this patient must be really sick if he’s acting crabby. “See you tonight, then?”
He nods and turns.
“Hey!” I call, he turns back toward me. “Where’s my goodbye kiss?”
He narrows his eyes before he leans down and kisses my cheek. “Stop fucking nagging me.”
I smile up at my handsome friend and fix his hair from hanging over his eyes.
He turns, storms off, and I watch him disappear into the distance.
Hmm, weird. I take out my phone and call my mom. She answers on the first ring. “Hey, Mom.” I smile.
“Hello, darling, how’s my girl today?”
“Oh my God, I didn’t call you last night because it was too late. Guess what Nathan bought me for my birthday?”
“I can’t imagine. That man spoils you rotten.”
“I know.” I laugh. “A trip to Majorca.”
“Where’s that?”