Ah, the perks of having a boyfriend who comes from a wealthy family.
“Those little children, as you call them, have worse mouths than me,” Rhett mutters, completely annoyed but ultra-cute with it, especially with his newly sunburned nose. “Have you heard Addie lately? She curses worse than I ever did.”
He’s totally joking. Addie never curses. “She’s a polite young lady,” I tell him primly, my laughter immediately escaping me because it’s pointless to pretend. “Fine, you’re right. She curses like a sailor.”
“You know a bunch of sailors, babe?” He lifts his brows, teasing me. It’s been like this for the past six months. Easy. Lots of teasing. Lots of laughter. Lots of sex.
Lots of love.
We’re here in celebration of Rhett graduating college, and I’m so proud of him, though I wish I still didn’t have another three years until I can graduate. As a graduation gift, his father offered us an all-expenses paid vacation to Hawaii, but with one catch—we had to take Addie and Trent with us.
Not a hardship. We gladly got them out of California so Diane could come to the house and finally move all her stuff out. Parker kept his word and filed for divorce before the year was through. They’ve bickered, they’ve gone back and forth, Diane even trying to convince him to take her back at one point, but in the end, the divorce happened much quicker than any of us expected, and the final papers were signed the day we flew out for Maui.
And now, finally, Diane had hired a moving company to come collect her things. Parker said he was going to let her take what he wanted, but he was wise enough to get Rhett and Addie out of there so it wouldn’t turn into a total disaster.
The rumor going around is that since they separated, Diane has been living with good ol’ Uncle Craig. None of us know if this is true or not. No one has spoken to Craig for months.
But I wouldn’t put it past her.
Parker cut Park loose and let him start his own business. Their relationship isn’t the best, but Rhett has faith they can still make this work. They all feel snowed by Diane, and Park is even in counseling. I hope it helps him.
Addie seems to be thriving without Diane in the house. Parker is working less, so he’s able to spend more time with his daughter. She only has one more year in high school and then she’s off to college, so he wants to enjoy her while she still lives under his roof.
Parker isn’t a bad guy. He’s just made some bad choices, which I can totally relate. He’s trying to rectify that now, and I can’t help but admire him.
And then there’s me and Rhett.
I glance over at him stretched out on the lounger, wearing a pair of blue Hawaiian print board shorts and nothing else, his tan skin turning a faint shade of red. They kept warning me the Hawaiian sun is intense and I should be using plenty of sunscreen, but it looks like Rhett isn’t taking his own advice.
“Hey.” I nudge him in the side with my index finger, making his eyes crack open. “You need more sunscreen.”
He lifts up his sunglasses, squinting at me. “You gonna rub it on me?”
Yikes. He sounds and looks like a perv right now. But he’s my perv, so I don’t mind. “Oh yeah, I’ll rub it on you.”
I grab the spray bottle of sunscreen out of my bag and stand, walking over to him so I can start spraying. But before I even hit the button he’s on his feet, knocking the sunscreen to the ground. His hand locked around my arm, he drags me toward the pool.
“Rhett, no!” I yell just as he pulls me into the water. We fall straight to the bottom, his arm snaking around my waist, holding me close as we slowly float back to the surface. When our heads break water, he’s grinning at me, the water running down his face, and I sort of want to punch him.
Or kiss him.
“Why’d you do that?” I splash water at him and he splashes back.
“You’re being a nag,” he teases. “‘Don’t curse, Rhett. You need sunscreen, Rhett’.”
“You’re an ass.” I try to dunk him, but he’s stronger than me, so that proves impossible. Instead he dunks me, sending me under, and I punch his shoulder once I break the surface yet again. “Ugh, I hate you.”
“You do not.” He scoops me up into his arms, both of us treading water as we stare at each other. “You love me.”
“You’re right. I love you.” I kiss him to prove it.
“Hmm.” He hums by my ear, holding me close, his hand wandering down to the flimsy waistband of my bikini. “This swimsuit is indecent.”
“You should know since you helped me pick it out.” I wrap my arms around his neck, smiling up at him.
“I was crazy. I should’ve never let you get it.”
“No one else sees me in it. Just you,” I reassure him.