Chapter 10

I sigh for the hundredth time as I sit across from Leila and Sarah in a small booth at a trendy little cocktail bar. I feel like crap. I don’t want to be here, but the force that is Leila not only whipped me into a dress and heels, and a face of make-up, but also cajoled Sarah out with us too. Sarah is in complete awe of this sassy, little whirlwind, and I can tell Sarah loves her, like everyone else who ever meets her.

“Sex on the beach?” Leila blinks at me innocently. I blink back, gulping, instantly incredibly awkward.

“What?” My head immediately zooms to the week Jake took me to the Caribbean, and I flush with both the memory and the heartache.

Why the hell would Leila be asking me this right now?

“It’s a drink, Emma.” Sarah cuts in, cupping her hand over mine. She’s still being the gentle and sweet maternal one, still anticipating my moods, mothering me. Meanwhile, Leila is being a rather bossy and domineering little pest.

“Get that look off your f