He smiled that wide, glorious smile, and told me the same thing I’d told Callie. “It’s just for a while. We’ll be back.”
“You keep saying that.” Miller sat down on the log next to mine, then pulled Carson into the space beside him. “It makes me think you don’t want to go.”
For a moment, my throat was too tight to speak. “Seaside is my home,” I finally managed. “All my friends are here, and I’m going to miss it when I’m gone.”
“What about you, Trenton?” Carson asked. “You excited to get going again?”
Trenton shrugged, his arms and chest moving against my back. “I miss traveling. I’ve been doing it since I was old enough to not need my parents’ permission to do so. But Mysti means everything to me. I’ve come to need her more than I need the sun and the waves.”
“Aww.” Callie reached for my hand and gave it a squeeze. “You two really are meant for each other.”
Trenton hugged me closer. “I will miss Seaside, though.”
“We’ll miss you too,” Carson said before glancing at Miller. “We wouldn’t be together if you hadn’t set us up. We owe you.”
“And you saved my ass,” Miller pointed out. “So I owe you for that too.”
Callie squeezed my hand again. “And you’re my best friend.”
“And you keep Callie from driving me insane,” Calvin said, light laughter in his voice.
“Hey!” Callie whacked him on the shoulder, but he only wrapped his arms tighter around her and pulled her close.
“In all seriousness,” he said, a gentle smile on his face, “we will miss you. I hope, wherever you’re going, the people there understand how great you two are.”
Trenton smiled down at me, and warmth infused every inch of my being. “Not sure about me, but I know they already know how special Mysti is.”
A few weeks ago, I’d gotten a phone call from someone I hadn’t thought I’d ever speak to again. I’d last seen Mateo Medina the day I walked away from my old life. When Kosta had taken me in, it was the Medina family I’d lived with, and his death was one of many in a mafia war I wanted no part of.
But Mateo had called to invite me to Kosta’s memorial in Bali, the same place we were headed to, anyway.
It only made sense.
It was Kosta’s presence I felt when I fell into Trenton’s lap the day we first met. And I swore it was his voice in my head prompting me to move, to put myself between Steve and my fiancé in order to save Trenton’s life.
We were going to Bali, to celebrate the life of a good man and to begin our lives as husband and wife.
Trenton and I may have fallen for each other quickly, but there was no doubt in my mind, we were meant for each other.
Together, we’d found true happiness.