I took a sip of coffee. Damn, it was delicious. “No. I like the size.” Besides, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to part with the location. It had sentimental value for me, and it was my comfort zone. After the conversation with Parker, I knew it was best to stay in my comfort zone. There was less of a chance I’d be hurt.
“Well, just so you know, I’ll follow wherever you decide to go. As much as I think it would be a pain in the ass to move, I think you have the potential for greater things. Don’t sell yourself short.”
“How did I ever get so lucky to have a friend like you?”
Tony’s smiled. “Now, don’t make me blush.”
After breakfast, Tony drove the rental car to the house he rented. It wasn’t the most spectacular looking place. It was a two-story beach house that could have used a little exterior work. But when we rounded the house, my jaw nearly fell to the sand. The entire backyard was white sand that led directly to the ocean.
“Holy shit, Tony,” I said.
“I know,” he said. “Cool, right?”
I had to tear my eyes away from the water to look at him. “Thank you for doing this.”
“No problem,” he said. “Now let’s get our bathing suits on and do some surfing.”
Tony had thought ahead. The owners of the house had several surfboards to choose from.
We spent the entire morning and well into the afternoon surfing together. As surfing tended to clear my mind, I found myself coming back to thinking of Parker. He was a married man now. Granted, to a liar and gold-digger. Rachel had gotte
n everything she wanted, and here I was, hiding from my home and my best friend.
A wave of water smacked me in the face and I turned to Tony, who was glaring at me. “Get out of your head, Sienna.”
I wrinkled my nose and stuck my tongue out at him.
He laughed and splashed me again.
By the time we took a break, there were several other surfers in the distance, and the other residents and tourists had come out of their homes to sit on the beach.
“Oh my god,” I said, plopping down on one of the kitchen table chairs. “That was so much fun. But I’m dying for a drink.”
Tony opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He handed one to me.
While I hydrated, I checked out the rest of the place. It was decorated in light blues, greens, and grays. Typical beach house colors. On the walls were various decorations made of shells and other faux beachy items. This place was so frickin’ adorable that I wanted to buy it for myself.
When I was done with my tour, Tony was still in the kitchen, finishing up some sandwiches for us.
“Thank you,” I said, grabbing one. “I’m starving.”
“Of course you are,” he said then bit into his own.
“So, I think we should address the elephant in the room one more time.”
I stopped chewing for a moment. “Why?”
“Because it’s all you were focused on while surfing.”
I shrugged. “It’s hard not to think about it. I mean, I practically helped plan the damn thing.”
“Sit down,” Tony said, and I did. “I know you love Parker. It’s been obvious for a very long time—”
“No it hasn’t,” I said.
He rolled his eyes. “You can think what you want. But all of that doesn’t matter. He’s married now. And that changes everything.”
“I know,” I agreed.