The Wedding Veil(28)

I had told myself I wouldn’t stay with Conner all day. But really, when was I ever going to get the chance to go to Soggy Dollar Bar again? There was no rush, was there? And they did have the best Painkillers in the entire world. (The rum drink, not the prescriptions.) Plus, the waiter had finally removed the goat when he brought our lobster rolls, so I could actually see Conner across the low table.

Nothing makes you dive right into a date and forget that the man you’re with is one of your heroes quite like when said man drops sauce-covered lobster out of the bottom of his bun right onto his white T-shirt, glops it up with his finger, and doesn’t seem to notice the massive stain he leaves behind. He was still about the cutest thing I’d ever seen. And, what’s more, he was easy to be with. We’d been sitting at this bar for over an hour talking about everything—friends, life, funny stories. Like we’d known each other forever.

When Conner asked “What’s next for you?” I didn’t even feel panicky.

“Is it weird that my line of sight doesn’t extend beyond the next week?”

“We could always steal the yacht,” he said seriously.

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. “Totally. We’d be completely inconspicuous in a hundred-foot yacht and the crew would never think to radio us in.”

“Right,” he agreed. “I’m sure they wouldn’t. But we’d have some provisioning issues pretty quickly, and I can’t go a day without caviar, so…”

We both smiled.

“What are you working on now?” I asked.

“At this particular moment, I’m working on a short story, not a building.”

“Do you write?”

He took the last bite of his lobster roll and swallowed. “I haven’t written anything yet, but in this story there’s this devilishly handsome architect who escapes to the British Virgin Islands where he meets a stunning, mysterious woman who has just left her fiancé at the altar. He only has a few days to convince her to keep this thing going when they return home.” He paused. “Okay. Now you fill in the holes of how he helps her do that.”

It was nonsense. We’d known each other about a minute, and there was no future here. But, God, it was flattering. After the heaviness of Hayes and the breakup and, really, just the last few years of feeling like I’d been stuck in a glass elevator that I couldn’t break out of, I was finally having fun.

“The heroine of that story sounds amazing,” I teased. “Brilliant, unassuming, gorgeous without being too caught up in her looks.”

He nodded earnestly. “She is. She really is.”

“Seriously, though, my grandmother has a really cool little cabin in Asheville, and I’m thinking maybe I’ll go there for a while.”

“And do what?”

I shrugged.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping,” he said, “but if you love architecture so much, you know you could be an architect…”

“Well, I technically have a degree in architecture.”

He furrowed his brow. “And you don’t want to be an architect anymore, but you acted like I was Bradley Cooper when you met me?”

I felt my face redden with embarrassment. “Was it that bad?”

“Well…”

Conner was studying me now. “Have you taken the ARE?”

The Architect Registration Exam was an essential part of becoming licensed. I shook my head. “But I have done my supervised hours.”

Confusion was written all over his face. “I’m sorry. I solve problems and put things together for a living, but I can’t quite get this to add up.”

Suddenly, I didn’t want to be here anymore. I didn’t want to talk about this, about the humiliating day that caused me to walk away from fulfilling my dream. But it wasn’t like I could just run off now like I had then. I was on an island—and not the one my resort was on. So, I had to stay with my ride, whether I liked it or not.

I stood up, hoping I didn’t look as flustered as I felt. “Should we face the stalwart sea again, hope that we aren’t washed away by her unforgiving hand?”

He just sat, looking at me curiously.

I pointed. “I’m kidding. We’re only like fifty yards away.”

“You don’t say ‘yards’ about water distances. When we steal the boat and you’re being questioned, that will be a dead giveaway that you’re a rookie.”

I nodded, relieved he hadn’t noticed my anxiety, that our repartee was back. And maybe, most of all, that we could avoid the very unfun subject that was killing my vibe. “Good to know.”

We shoved the dinghy back into the water, and I realized right away, as the first spray of water hit me in the face, that my mission to dry my dress had been fruitless.

“Okay,” Conner said calmly. “Ariel is making us a delicious five-course dinner at eight.”

“The Little Mermaid?”

He nodded. “Yes. The evil sea witch still has her voice, so we’ll play charades to figure out what we’re eating.”

“I’m not staying for dinner, Conner. This has been great, but I need to get back to the resort.”

“To your empty hotel room by yourself?”

That was kind of harsh. But it was also totally true.