Page 83 of My Heart Still Beats
I shut the laptop and go to bed, with visions of Tessa Logan’s lips in my head.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tessa
I wake in the morning, and for the first time in a long time, I actually feel like getting up.
What I really want is a long talk with Skye, but I can’t bother her. This is her weekend to spend with her fiancé.
I text Betsy instead.
Tessa:You up?
No reply. Just when I’m ready to give up, I see the three dots move.
Betsy:Not yet. You need something?
Tessa:I was looking for a breakfast companion.
Betsy:Sure. Let’s do it. I should shower first.
Tessa:I didn’t shower. Just throw on a bathing suit and a coverall, put your hair in a bun. Meet me out on the beach.
Betsy:Breakfast on the beach? That actually sounds fab.
Tessa:Awesome.
I throw my hair into a messy ponytail, put on a red bikini, and wrap a red-and-black sarong around me like a strapless dress.
When I walk out of my hotel room, I stare at the door in front of me.
Ben is behind that door.
Ben, who I asked to kiss me last night.
Ben, who I dreamed of.
Well…I’m not sure it was a dream. I know he was on my mind as I drifted off to sleep, and I didn’t have a nightmare last night.
That’s got to be a good thing.
I amble down the hallway and then down the one flight of stairs to the first level.
The kitchen is sounding with clatters, but I’m going to have my breakfast on the beach.
Ben arranged for servers to be available from six in the morning until midnight.
I find a cabana, grab two lounge chairs, pull them under the cabana, but then I change my mind and drag them back out under the sunshine.
Before Betsy arrives, a handsome server wearing no shirt approaches me. “Good morning, miss. What can I get you?”
“A cup of black coffee, please. And a plate of fresh fruit with two strips of bacon.”
“Coming right up.”
I’m glad I actually feel like eating. Fruit sounds good. Some succulent juicy fruit and a cup of strong coffee.
Betsy arrives, taking the lounge chair opposite me. “How are you doing, Tessa?”
