Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,88
hadn’t had the nerve to wear it on the white sand beaches of the tiny Fijian island where they’d spent a week. Instead, she’d only ever worn it beside their pool at home when it was just her and Abe. “No.” She paused. “I didn’t take it when I left. What did you do with my clothes?”
Scowling, Abe said, “First, I went in your wardrobe and sniffed your clothes like a pathetic fool.”
Sarah almost melted where she stood at this further evidence that he’d missed her, really missed her. “Then you threw them in the pool?” she guessed, remembering his fury during their divorce.
“Something like that.” A shamefaced shrug. “I was an asshole.”
“Don’t feel bad.” She patted his cheek. “If I’d had access to your clothing, I’d probably have taken scissors to it. Especially your favorite suits that you got on Savile Row.”
Horror on his face. “You have a mean streak.”
Winking, she sauntered out, well aware he was watching her ass. It made her grin deepen. Once outside the cabana, she dropped her hat on a lounger, then slipped into the crystalline blue waters of the pool to swim lazily out and join Molly.
The glee hadn’t quite faded from the other woman’s features.
“How long have you known?” Sarah asked. “About how serious Abe and I had become?”
“Well”—Molly smiled that wide open smile of hers—“I kind of figured out he had it bad when he kept messaging to ask how you were after Zenith.”
Sarah had seen one of those messages, hadn’t quite known how to handle Abe’s obvious concern when she’d convinced herself he didn’t care about her. “That was a while ago.”
“Yes, but then he started missing dinners with the rest of us and being unavailable when he usually wouldn’t be…” An affectionate shoulder nudge. “It wasn’t hard to connect the dots. Especially after David flat-out asked him.”
“Oh.” Sarah looked over to find Schoolboy Choir’s drummer sitting on the edge of the pool with Abe, both their legs in the water. David was having a beer while Abe was sticking to a nonalcoholic version Noah had stocked for him. The two appeared to be chilling, talking about nothing in particular. “Abe said he’d spoken to David, but I wasn’t sure how seriously anyone was taking it.”
“Are you kidding?” Molly shook her head. “After seeing you two at Zenith, we all knew it was dead serious.” The other woman danced in the water. “I’m so happy for you both. An adorable little Abra baby! I’m going to buy tons of tiny New Zealand branded infant clothes. So many that your baby’s going to grow up thinking he or she is a Kiwi!”
The other woman’s joy was infectious.
Wait. “Abra?”
“Like abracadabra. Abe and Sarah equals Abra, get it?” Molly collapsed into laughter at Sarah’s no-doubt-dumbfounded expression, giggling when Sarah splashed her. “I didn’t come up with it, I swear. The fans on the message boards did.” She wiped her face. “You two have a small but devoted fan base that’s been hanging on, waiting for a reunion. Right now they might be the happiest people on the Internet.”
“Abra?” Sarah’s shoulders began to shake. “Abe’s going to love that.”
That set the tone for the day. She had the best time at the party. She was still more comfortable with the women, but when Noah sat down in the lounger next to hers a while later and started up a conversation, it felt normal, everyday. Just a woman speaking with one of her man’s closest friends.
“You and Kit look really happy together,” she dared say five minutes into their conversation.
“I’m fucking crazy about her.” Noah’s eyes followed his lover as she dived into the water to retrieve a colored ring from the bottom of the pool, she and David currently tied for most retrievals. “Head over heels.”
The blond male frowned without warning. “Give me a sec.”
Disappearing into the house, he returned not long afterward with an acoustic guitar and a notepad with a pen snugged to its side. “Can you write this down for me?”
“Sure.” Sarah put aside her pineapple juice, then listened as Noah began to play while quietly working out lyrics.
Abe wandered over a couple of minutes later, having just come from the pool. Grabbing a towel to wipe off his face, he took a seat on the end of Sarah’s lounger and listened in.
She had trouble concentrating with him all but naked so close to her, droplets of water dripping over his body. Telling herself she could pounce on him later, she