How to Honeymoon Alone

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Thought so. No bags,” he says and looks down between us. His gaze stops on my hands. “Is that a guidebook?” Eden,” Phillip says. “I have an entire catamaran for myself, with three crew members. They’re going to cook me dinner. Just for me.” Past Eden wouldn’t have considered traveling to a foreign country on her own. But Eden of several months ago thought her maid of honor was one of her best friends, and her fiancé was the man she was going to spend a life with, so she wasn’t exactly all-knowing, either.

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I carefully lay my towel beside him and sit down cross-legged. In a bikini. Don’t think about it, I tell myself. What he might think or not think about me doesn’t matter. Where it might have felt crowded with three minivans full of people, with only two guests, this catamaran feels positively enormous. I could avoid Phillip the entire trip, and without lifting so much as a finger.This was the first book I've read from this author and I cannot wait to read more! Everything about this book was so much fun, the setting, the plot, both of the main characters. I loved seeing Eden and Philip get to know each other while doing all these couple-ish activities. There was even a scene where they went golfing together which made me so happy (I played golf in college). My stomach tightens reading the words, but the familiar feeling of nausea doesn’t come. It’s been three months, after all, and the time has helped dull the initial pain. Oh God, no. I told him I’m keeping the honeymoon. Going to the Caribbean had been my dream. I’ve planned this trip and done the research. I was the one who read the guidebook cover to cover.” I shrug, a bit embarrassed about the force in my words. “Teacher’s pet, you know?”

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I tie the belt of my bathrobe tighter and stroll along the colonnade. The path opens up to the outdoor hotel pool in the distance. The pool closes at 8 p.m., with a large sign informing guests that no swimming is allowed at night. Odd that I should recognize the swimming style so easily. We’d only been on one snorkeling cruise together. But it’s definitely Phillip. But it takes one to know one. After a flight where I managed to cry not once but twice, and the last few months of moving all my belongings into a new house, this is refreshing. I can’t remember a time when the person I was speaking with didn’t know everything about my situation.

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Their romance is fresh and easy going, they are both fully honest with each other about their past and their present needs… They laugh and they share very special moments in such an adorable way (the turtle hatching scene >>>). The bungalow labeled The Hawksbill catches my attention. That’s the name of one of the turtle species mentioned when I booked my snorkeling tour set for later this afternoon. This bungalow looks no different from any of the others. Dark wood stairs up to a large door and the perfectly landscaped plants in pots on either side. Of course, he’s the type to do laps. It makes perfect sense, with his semi-serial killer vibe and repressed sense of personality. This was so boring I ended up sleeping while reading a sex scene.. the ship has no chemistry and it shows.

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Jamie dives into the water with us. He shouts and I look up, seeing him waving a few feet away. “There!” he calls and points to a spot in front of us. I find myself smiling. He’s like one of the grumpy five-year-olds in my class when they haven’t had their nap. Except he’s probably a thirtysomething and a workaholic, which means odds are he hasn’t had a nap in a decade. And just like that, I’m left staring at the tall stranger in front of me. He pulls out a chair and takes a seat as if he hasn’t just stolen it. There’s a hint of stubble along his sharp jaw. He looks closed-off and a bit predatory, like he spends a lot of time getting his way. Just as he is right now. The first few weeks after I’d learned about Caleb’s extracurricular activities, even getting out of bed had been a struggle. Dragging myself to the coffee shop down the street had felt like running a marathon.Thanks to the tech gods, the Wi-Fi from the hotel stretches all the way over here, and I’m halfway through the newest episode of my favorite true crime podcast. Beside me is an ice-cold glass of lemonade, courtesy of the gentleman who just walked across the beach selling drinks. It’ll live,” he says, but he doesn’t sound enthused by the prospect. He sets his laptop on the side table next to him and it does look fine. Usable.

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This should be in my book. Maybe it’s how the two lovers meet. The pool at midnight. Or maybe it’s someone’s alibi… only there’s no one about at that hour to confirm it. That’ll be good. There’s no reply. Curiosity gets the better of me and I rise on my toes, peering over the shrubbery.I give him my best smile. “You know, I’ll have to chase you across the resort if you won’t take this. Don’t forget that I know which bungalow you’re staying in.” His lip curves again and he grabs his navy towel, rubbing it over his head. I look away from the vigorous movement of his hands. The action feels intimate somehow. Like he’s just stepped out of a shower. It all happens very fast. I take a step to the right to avoid hitting the kid and sacrifice my balance in the process. I tilt toward the only thing close by. I know how it’s done,” I say, and something sparks in his eyes. “But I’ve only tried it once or twice when I was a kid. My uncle had a cabin in the woods, next to a lake, and we’d go sometimes.” Phillip clears his throat. It breaks me out of my thoughts, and I look across the table to see him extending a hand.