“I don’t have any.”
“So if you did ….” He trails off.
“Ugh. Fine! Fine!”
We keep talking until I yawn. I look around, trying to find Gunner and Nick, but I only see Nick walking towards us. He looks confused. “I thought Gunner came back already.”
“It’s a small island he can’t get too lost, can he?” Roman asks, still rubbing my shoulders. “You need to get some sleep, Bambina.”
“Isn’t ‘no man left behind’ a military thing?” There’s a rock in my gut and I don’t like it. I can feel it weighing me down, threatening to make me sick.
“It is, but Gunner’s probably stumbled back to the hotel already.”
“Please, Nick?” I ask. “Not forever, just look for ten minutes?”
“I will, sweetheart.” He promises. “Hold, can you check the beach?”
“We’ll look in the hotel.” Roman agrees. “Matthew will have our asses if he’s not there in the morning. No chances.”
I swallow hard as we walk back to the hotel. I tug on Roman’s coat and he takes it off, wrapping it around me like I could possibly be cold in Hawaii. “Roman, what if he’s … I mean, I know you said not to worry, but …”
“She wouldn’t do that to Matthew.” Roman’s so sure. “Bella can be petty, but she’d never hurt Matthew. She loves him. No jumping to conclusions, okay? We’ll find him and if he’s drunker than normal, he’ll sleep on the pull-out.”
I nod and pull Roman’s coat around me. I cross my fingers, hoping that he’s okay, that he’s safe, that he’s not with another woman.