separation? With Blaine in the islands, surrounded by gorgeous women who all knew what he was worth?
Blaine gripped her hands harder. “Come with me,” he said.
His comment didn’t register with Mia. “To St. John?”
He nodded, an ecstatic grin on his face. “Yes.”
Mia let go of his hands and backed away. “For five weeks?”
“You don’t have to work.”
“But—what about Perdita?”
Blaine laughed. “I’m sure your mum can keep her.”
The mention of her mother raised another problem. “I can’t—Blaine, my parents would freak out. Going to the islands with a man I just met for five weeks?”
“You’re twenty-six, Mia,” Blaine said. His grin faltered. “You can do what you want to do.”
Mia refused his logic. He doesn’t really want me to go , said her frazzled mind. He’s just being nice. “It’s not that simple…I—I won’t know anyone. And I get sick on boats. I can’t live on a boat.”
“You’re sweet and friendly and smart. Everyone will love you. And we can rent a condo. Or a beach cottage. I can find us someplace amazing.”
“I thought you didn’t want a woman who needs to be spoiled.”
Now a scowl completely replaced his grin. “Okay. Do you want to stay in a shack? Fine.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to stay anywhere but here. At home. I’m not comfortable living with you, and hanging around with all your smoozy rich friends—“
He tried to put his arms around her, but she pulled away. His phone rang in his pocket. “Answer it,” she said.
He pulled the phone out, and as usual, pushed decline and slipped it back in his pocket. For some reason, that small gesture made Mia see red. “Who was that?”
“My ex—“
“Why don’t you ask her to go with you?” Mia felt near tears, and her own reaction made no sense to her. Blaine had asked her to participate in any girl’s dream: a month long, all expenses paid vacation in the Caribbean. To top off the luxury, she’d get to spend the vacation in the company of the man with whom she was falling in love. For some reason, something in her core rebelled at the idea.
“What’s the matter with you?” Blaine asked, incredulous. “I want you to come with me.”
“If you want to be with me,” Mia said, “stay here.”
“That’s not fair, Mia. I’m telling you, this tournament is a dream opportunity.”
She turned on her heels and called over her shoulder as she left. “Your choice.”
*
When Mia got into her car, her hands seemed to be working of their own accord. She scrolled through the favorites list on her phone. Her mind raced.
This has all been too perfect, she thought. He’s had his fun, now he’s leaving. He probably doesn’t really want me to come with him, anyway. Asking me to go makes him seem like a nice guy. And again, over and over in her head, Why would a man like that want me? Really want me? Why, why, why?
She hit Jeff’s number. The phone rang once and he picked up. “Hey. You remembered me.”
Mia cut to the chase. “Do you want to come over so we can talk?”
“Uh—I was about to go for a run—but yeah. Like right now?”
“I’m on my way home. Meet me in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, sure,” Jeff said. “I’m
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