walked into my apartment after I’d texted him, I was already done with him regardless of his explanation and excuses.
While I was pondering my thoughts, Henry sat down in the sand next to me.
“Is it okay if I sit here?” he signed.
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
“The sunset is amazing,” he signed.
“It truly is,” I said as I stared at it.
“Have you decided if you’re going to stay?”
“I’ll stay.”
The corners of his mouth curved upward. “Thank you,” he signed.
“How did you find out the baby wasn’t yours?”
“Addison took it upon herself to do some investigating.”
“Addison?” I laughed.
“Yeah. My sister is a little spitfire. Anyway, Kirsten lied about when she got pregnant. Addison found out and called her out on it. I got her to confess that the baby wasn’t mine, which happened to be right in front of my parents.”
“Oh shit.” I laughed. “Your mom must have been heartbroken.”
“She was very angry, and after saying a few choice words, she kicked her out.”
“Good for her, but I’m not a fan of your mother.”
“Neither am I.” A smirk crossed his lips. By the way, I never did ask you how your flight was?”
“Before or after Frankie screamed at the guy in the aisle seat next to me?”
“What?” He cocked his head.
“I was sitting in my seat reading a book and all of a sudden, Frankie was practically on top of me and in the guy’s face.”
“Wait. I booked you the window seat. Why was Frankie sitting in it?”
“He doesn’t like to fly.”
“I know that. But I figured he would be a gentleman and let you have the window seat.”
“It was fine. I offered because he seemed nervous.”
“So why did he get in that guy’s face?”
“I guess the guy was asking me a question, and when I didn’t respond he called me a bitch. Frankie told him I was deaf with a few other choice words.”
“Did the guy apologize?”
“He did.”
“Remind me to thank Frankie. And please don’t be mad at him. I really gave him no choice. He was so worried you were going to hate him.”
“I don’t hate him. I’m a little mad, but I’ll get over it eventually.” I smiled.
“He’ll be grateful to hear that,” his smile widened as he signed.
“Did you feel that?” I held out my hand in front of me.
“Feel what?”
I let out a laugh as a large raindrop hit him in the face.
“Yep. I felt that.” He wiped it from his face.
Suddenly, the sky opened, and it began to pour out of nowhere.
“Oh my God,” I jumped up. “Where did this come from all of a sudden.”
“I don’t know but we better get back inside,” he signed and then held out his hand.
Without even thinking about it, I placed my hand in his as we ran back up to the house. When we stepped inside, we were both soaking wet.
“Stay right here. I’ll go get us some towels,” he said.
He was back within moments and wrapped a towel around my shoulders.
“Thanks,” I said as I dried off the best I could, but I needed to change.
“Can you get me my suitcase you’re holding hostage.” I smirked.
“Follow me. It’s upstairs in the master suite.”
Following him up the winding staircase, we stepped into the sprawling and beautifully decorated master suite with floor to ceiling windows and a sliding glass door that provided an incredible view of the ocean.
“This is beautiful.” I stared out the window.
“Your suitcase is over there. I moved it in here while you down at the beach.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll let you change. Wait until you see the master bath,” he signed. “There’s even a steam room off to the side.”
“I think I’m going to take a bath and get some of this sand off me.”
“Good idea. I’m going to change as well, and then I’ll be downstairs.”
He walked out and shut the double doors behind him. Grabbing my suitcase, I unzipped it and grabbed a pair of light cotton sweatpants and a tank top. Starting the water in the oversized marble encased tub, I climbed in and let my body relax. The only time I’d texted my mom was when I landed. How was I going to tell her about Henry? It was probably best I waited until I got back to New York.
Chapter 29
Henry
I walked over to the bar and poured myself a scotch. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I saw I had a few text messages from Frankie.
“Hey, bro. How’s it going?”
“??”
“Did she kill you, man? Come on, text me back.”
“Everything is going good. She’s upstairs right