Chapter 488

• I sigh for the hundredth time as I sit across from Leila and Sarah in a small booth at a trendy little cocktail bar. I feel like crap. I don’t want to be here, but the force that is Leila not only whipped me into a dress and heels, and a face of make-up, but also cajoled Sarah out with us too. Sarah is in complete awe of this sassy, little whirlwind, and I can tell Sarah loves her, like everyone else who ever meets her.
• “Sex on the beach?” Leila blinks at me innocently. I blink back, gulping, instantly incredibly awkward.
• “What?” My head immediately zooms to the week Jake took me to the Caribbean, and I flush with both the memory and the heartache.