At the mention of Kenan’s party, my smile dims. After the party, we fly home, and I’ll continue with Naz and hide it…or continue and tell Cliff…or not continue at all. Each of those options holds a promise of some heartache.
“You okay?” Naz frowns and searches my face, my eyes.
I don’t want the cloud that’s hanging over me hanging over us, over the time we have left, so I set the worry aside.
“Yeah.” I slip my hands around his waist and smile up at him. “I’m fine.”
“Did I miss the lesson?” Banner asks, sidling up beside us. “The wine sesh?”
“You did.” I laugh. “But I can give you a private lesson later.”
“Awesome,” she says, her eyes alight with excitement. “Maybe at the villa. We’ll be docking soon, so pack a bag!”