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And even though Liddy had sworn Miranda to secrecy, the fact remained that she was uncomfortable with one of her friends knowing the truth but not the other.

Then again, she and Callum had discussed an exit strategy for when they got back from the beach. Maybe implying things were rocky wasn’t the worst idea.

“I just...you know how Callum can be. Hot and cold.” She twisted her lips. “And when it’s cold, it’s cold.”

Rebecca grimaced. “I hoped that wouldn’t be the case. How’d you two get together in the first place?”

Um. We really should have talked about this.“Late night at the office one time. One too many glasses of scotch.”

“Oh my God, have you had sex in his office?” Rebecca hissed, her eyes sparkling. “I would be so afraid to do that with all those windows.”

Liddy tried not to visualize it.Or think about how weak in the knees that makes me feel.“Loads.”

“Raarr. I’m so proud.” Rebecca wrinkled her nose, then became instantly more serious. “But really, Liddy. If he’s not always making you completely happy, don’t put up with it—even if he’s our boss. He’s handsome and probably has a lot of money by now, but you deserve to be completely, blissfully happy. And you know you can count on those of us who love you to have your back. Go and get what you want and deserve. Want some?” She held out a beer.

Liddy nodded, then sat back, her eyes darting toward Callum. She sipped the beer he’d handed back to Rebecca.

Rebecca’s talking as though I’m the sort of girl who knows how to do that.

And maybe if Callum hadn’t been so assertive himself, she would have tried. Because that kiss they’d shared had made it clear she wanted Callum, even if it was just raw sexual desire.

Then again, Callum hadn’t eliminated that as a possibility.

He’d just said he didn’t want a relationship.

She contemplated the thought for a minute, then sighed.

Yeah, no.

She wasn’t about to get involved with Callum sexually. Especially not after what Miranda had told her. That would just be stupid and complicated. Not to mention the fact that she didn’t think she was capable of emotionless sex.

But, then again, why shouldn’t she just have fun? She couldn’t complain about gatekeeping if she was the one doing it to herself, could she?

“Oh, by the way,” Taryn said in a low voice, then dug into her bag she had belted around her waist. “The woman from the front desk asked me to give this to you.” She handed Liddy an envelope.

Liddy frowned, then opened the envelope. A stack of neatly folded papers was inside. She tugged them out of the envelope, and when she opened them, a credit card tumbled onto her lap.

Callum’s.

Then she checked the papers—and her heart froze.

Holy shit.

She hadn’t even asked Callum how these alternate plans had been paid for. In her distress, she’d just asked for it to be done and sent him on the errand without giving two thoughts about the logistics.

He paid for it?

The total for all these people to do tours for the day was close to ten thousand US dollars.

She nearly fell back in her seat.

But . . . why would he pay for something like this?

Maybe that was why Quinn’s parents had picked a butterfly excursion.

How was she ever going to afford this?

Refolding the papers, she stuffed them into the envelope, along with Callum’s credit card. She didn’t want to make a big deal of it now and have Elle and Quinn find out how much this was costing them.




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