Reckless Abandon(14)
I look down at my slipper. “Fine. He was . . . cute.”
Leah shoots up from her spot on the bed. “I knew it!”
With both hands, I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it away from my face. “Not the point. Devon is totally mad right now and probably isn’t going to help us.”
Leah calms down and takes in the gravity of what I’m saying. “God, that sucks. But the guy was super hot, right?”
“You have a one-track mind.”
She gives me a full-teeth, wicked smile and I push her back onto the bed. She continues to prod me with uncomfortable questions about what the guy looked like and I answer them, grateful she doesn’t want to discuss how I was playing the piano.
Her current fit of giggles is interrupted by a knock at the door. We both sit up straight and look over at the source of the knocking. We play one quick and silent round of rock, paper, scissors to decide who should get it. I lose.
I open the door and am taken back by the large figure standing in the doorway holding our folded, dried clothes. Devon.
“Your clothes are dry,” he says, handing the garments to me. They’re still warm and have that fresh dryer smell. “Your passports will be ready for you tomorrow. I’ll have one of the crew pick them up for you. Were you planning on leaving before then?”
I swallow back my surprise that he is still helping us. “Um, no. We’ll be here through the end of the week.”
Devon nods and hands the garments to me. I take them.
He pauses for a second in the doorway, seeming unsure as what to do next. My free hand is on the door, anxious to close it and get back to getting the hell out of here.
Devon’s hand hovers over his pocket for a moment before reaching in and pulling out an envelope.
“This is for you.”
Confused, I release my hand from the door and reach out to take the envelope. “For me? I can’t imagine what . . .”
Christ on crutches.
My thumb pushes open the top fold of the paper as my eyes skim through the inside of the envelope. There has to be a hundred different bills in here, all of various amounts. Off the top of my head I would say Devon just handed me an envelope filled with five thousand euro.
No sooner is the money in my hand than I am forcing it back into Devon’s.
“Absolutely not. I can not accept money from you.” Sure, he has tons of it, but to just throw it at me like a two-bit hooker? Well, maybe that’s a little of an exaggeration. I didn’t sleep with him. Unless he thinks . . . “You must have the wrong idea. Thank you for the help with the passports”—I hold up the clothes in my arm—“thank you for your dryer, but my sister and I would like to head back to shore, please.”
I hope my words aren’t rude. He seems like a nice guy—but shoving money at us? Something doesn’t seem right.
Devon nods to both Leah and me from the threshold. “Mateo, our deck hand will escort you back to shore. My presence is needed elsewhere. Good luck, ladies.” We thank him again for his hospitality, which he accepts, and then close the door as he leaves us so we can change.
With my back to the door, I lean against it and throw Leah her clothes. “Get dressed quick. We are getting off this boat as soon as possible.”
Waking up in our hotel bed this morning was pure bliss. Leah let me sleep in and didn’t try to throw me out in search of our next adventure.
It’s probably because we have no money.
Gah.
Yesterday wasn’t a dream.
You know that moment, the morning after a horrible event, when you wake up and for a split second you wonder if everything that happened the day before was all just a horrible dream? Well, that was me ten seconds ago.
Now, I’m slamming my face into the pillow at the realization that I dropped my purse into the Mediterranean.
I roll over and let my arms splay out on the bed, taking in our current predicament. Our passports will be delivered sometime today, so Leah and I will be able to return home from our honeymoon, or sisters sabbatical, or whatever you want to call this. Leah was able to FaceTime with Adam using her iPad so her knight in shining armor is taking care of wiring us cash. How that is getting to us, I have no idea.
Last night wasn’t a complete bust. Since our hotel room is hooked up to a credit card, we ordered room service and a bottle of wine. The crazy thing was, while I was expecting Leah to ream into me for losing our things, she didn’t. It’s like she’s afraid I’m going to break. Instead, she went on and on about how we fell in the water and she filled me in on all the details I missed.
Apparently, when I let go of Leah’s hand, I fell backward into the water and smacked my head on the small wooden boat we were supposed to board. My falling caused Leah, who was already leaning over to try and catch me, to fall over too. She said she was back on our boat rather quickly, and when she turned around to help me out, I wasn’t there.
Her face went so pale as she told the story I had to reach over and grab her hand. She said she started screaming that her sister was drowning and no one did anything. She was just about to jump in the water herself when a man, Devon, came up for air, with me in tow, tugging me back to a boat that was away from her.
Leah didn’t even see Devon dive into the water. She said he must have done it as soon as I fell in. That also means he was under the water for a long time looking for me.