Love the One You're With (16 page)

“You know, the usual. Scoping out the scenery, meeting new people…” Owen sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “What
about you? Haven’t seen you around.”

“Oh, well, Jack’s here. So I was on the beach with her for a while….”

“Really?” Owen scanned the room. “Jack’s here?”

Avery instantly wished she hadn’t told Owen that Jack had arrived. Of course he’d figure it out eventually, but now he was
going to have a million questions. Back when the two of them had been pretending to date, she’d sensed that there was something
between them, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that—especially since Jack had a boyfriend now. Besides, this was
not
the time for a sibling heart-to-heart.

“No,” Avery said shortly. “She’s still at the beach.” She noticed Rhys’s flip-flops and quickly kicked them under the couch.
Owen regarded her curiously. “I think those are Layla’s or Riley’s. Anyway, I should take a shower, so you should probably
go.”

“You seem weird. Are you okay?” Owen asked, making no motion to stand up. “No!” Avery screeched. “I mean, I’m fine. I was
just napping so I’m a little out of it. It’s this thing where you’re supposed to nap for ten minutes in the afternoon so you
can stay up later. I figured vacation was the best time to try it out!” Avery said. Even as she said it, she knew it sounded
absurd.

“That sounds lame.” Owen wrinkled his nose and wandered into the kitchen. He rifled through the minibar and pulled out a Nature
Valley granola bar. He pulled the wrapper open and took a large bite. “You haven’t seen Rhys, have you?” Small flecks of crumbs
sprayed onto the marble floor. Gross. Avery was very glad Rhys didn’t seem to have the same terrible eating habits as her
brother.

“Rhys?” she repeated dumbly.

“Yeah,” Owen said ultra-slowly, as if Avery were a very slow four-year-old. He loudly crunched the rest of his granola bar.
“He’s been acting sort of weird. I think it’s just that it’s romantic here, and he’s reminded of Kelsey. Does that make sense?”
He frowned.

“Can we talk about this later?” Avery pleaded, practically driving Owen toward the door.

“He’s just a good guy. I want him to find a good girl, you know?” Owen mused as he stood in the doorframe.

“Maybe he’s looking for you. Both of the golf carts are gone,” Avery said desperately. She started to literally push him out
the door.

“I guess so. Okay, thanks, Ave!” Owen walked out onto the patio.

Avery breathed a sigh of relief once the door had closed behind him.

“Apparently, I need to find a good girl?” Rhys asked, pushing open the door to the bedroom. There was a teasing smirk on his
face. “For a second, I was worried I’d have to hide under the bed. I actually practiced hiding there, just to make sure I’d
fit,” he said with a grin, his dark curls sexily tousled. Avery burst out laughing, imagining Rhys trying to wedge under the
king-size bed amidst all the girls’ luggage.

“When I was little I used to be scared that monsters were hiding under the bed,” Avery admitted shyly. She sat on the couch
and pulled her legs under her.

“Me too,” Rhys confided, sliding onto the couch next to her. She looked so sweet and innocent, and it was so cute to listen
to her trying to hide him from Owen. He leaned in to kiss her.

Just then, Rhys’s cell beeped.

Happy T-giving, fucker. Seal the deal!
Next to it was a picture of two turkeys in a lewd position. Hugh. Rhys quickly pressed delete and slid the phone back into
his pocket before Avery could see it.

“Who was that?” Avery asked curiously. “One of your secret girlfriends?” she teased.

“Nothing. Just a guy from the swim team,” Rhys said hoarsely. He quickly stood up, went to the door, and clicked the brass
lock.
Now
they wouldn’t be bothered.

“No more interruptions,” Avery murmured. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

“Nope,” Rhys whispered, hoping Avery didn’t notice his phone continuing to vibrate from his pocket.

What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her… yet.

Baby dashed toward the villa on Friday evening. She and Riley had bumped into Rhys and Owen on their way back from the stables.
Apparently, Owen was hell-bent on having a guys’ night out at the resort’s bar, and Riley had opted to join them. It was just
as well: All Baby wanted was a nice hot shower.

To wash away the guilt?

She and Riley had spent all afternoon on the other side of the island, riding the horses from one cove to the next, playing
in the water, and kissing. It had been so fun and magical, but part of Baby felt guilty. Riley’s explanation of his and Layla’s
relationship made sense—she’d heard of lots of couples who did that in college—but there was a difference between making out
with a random girl Layla would never meet and making out with Layla’s almost stepsister.

“Hello?” Baby called as she slid open the glass door.

“Hey!” Layla emerged from the bedroom, wearing an oversize white American Apparel T-shirt belted as a dress. “How was riding?”

Baby blushed. “It was good. Um. We missed you,” Baby lied.

Layla nodded. “I’m glad you and Riley had fun,” she said slowly. Baby blinked. Did Layla sound suspicious? She couldn’t tell
from her tone. “Your sister and her friend are getting ready for dinner. They’re going to that fancy restaurant in the hotel
and pretending they’re ninety.” Layla cracked a grin.

“I heard that!” Avery yelled from the other side of the closed bedroom door.

Baby grinned at Layla.

“Anyway, I was thinking maybe we could grab some beers and hit the beach?” Layla asked hopefully. “I feel like we haven’t
spent that much time together.”

“That sounds great,” Baby said, a lump in her throat. She was surprised to find she
did
want to spend time with Layla. She was funny and easygoing. She even got along with Avery. But the guilt over Riley felt
like it was seeping out of Baby’s pores.

“Great, let’s go. Bye, ladies!” Layla called as she scooped up a woven hemp bag filled with cans of Kalik beers she’d obviously
stolen from the guys’ villa. She grabbed Baby with her other arm, and the two of them walked companionably down the limestone
steps toward the beach.

“I’m really glad we’re almost sisters,” Baby said shyly as they settled on a piece of driftwood and gazed toward the horizon.
It was true. No matter what, this afternoon had to be a one-time thing. No matter what their relationship agreement was, it
definitely didn’t apply to
sisters
.

But what about stepsisters?

“Me too. I’ve always wanted a little sister.” Layla grinned and cracked open two beers.

“I never thought about that.” Baby glanced at Layla’s profile. She was so pretty, with her curly hair piled high on the top
of her head. She was obviously the type of girl who only did what made her happy and only spent time with people she liked.
What would happen when she found out her little sister had made out with her boyfriend? Baby shivered at the thought.

“Cold?” Layla asked. She rooted through her hemp bag, pulled out an oversize purple hoodie, and offered it to Baby.

“I’m good. So, Layla? Is that from the Eric Clapton song?” Baby asked shyly.

“How’d you guess?” Layla rolled her eyes, as if that was what everyone asked her about her name. Baby winced in sympathy.
She could understand. Everyone who met her assumed her name was from
Dirty Dancing
. Layla shrugged and took a sip of her beer.

Layla cleared her throat. “It’s funny. My dad’s always been so into music and art, but growing up, all he cared about was
work. It’s only been in the past couple years that he’s seemed to really like his life. I always want to like my life, you
know?”

“Me too,” Baby admitted. She pushed her small feet farther into the cool sand.

“That’s my first piece of big-sister advice.” Layla grinned, but her tone was serious. “In high school, I thought I knew who
I was. And then in college, you learn so much about yourself. I mean, yeah, that sounds totally lame, but you sort of find
out who you really are, away from your family and friends. Of course, I always had Riley….” Layla trailed off.

“Did that make going to college easier?” Baby asked finally, unsure of what to say that wouldn’t sound like it was prying.

How considerate.

“Yes and no. It’s hard because I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I came to college totally single. I sometimes
think I’m ready to take the plunge and dive out of the nest or whatever that saying is,” Layla confessed, looking into the
horizon. The sun was slowly setting. Waves gently lapped at the shore.

Baby’s heartbeat quickened. Did that mean that
Layla
thought she and Riley were over? “When I moved to the city from Nantucket, I stayed with my boyfriend for a little,” Baby
offered.

“What happened?”

“He cheated on me and we broke up,” Baby admitted, a shiver running up her spine. Thinking about it, wasn’t that
exactly
the same thing going on between Layla and Riley? Baby shivered, not liking where this conversation was going. After all,
it was a totally different situation. Tom had been a pot-smoking high school boy. Riley was a sensitive artist. It was totally
different.

Totally.

“What’s Oberlin like?” Baby asked, desperately trying to change the subject.

“It’s fine.” Layla sighed. “No, it’s great. I love my classes and my friends and my music, and it’s almost like everything
I ever wanted. It’s just sometimes hard to grow up and do what you have to do,” she added cryptically.

Baby gazed out on the ocean. The sun was reflecting on the water, making it look like the water was on fire. Layla was sweet
and sincere, and a large part of Baby wanted to tell her about what had happened on the beach with Riley this afternoon. But
then she remembered Riley’s lopsided smile and the way he kissed her and his adorable Texas accent…

And the fact he calls himself a Player?

“Dude, I’m freaking starving!” Layla said, the mood broken. “I think the bar by the pool has some fried conch. Wanna share?”
She smiled warmly at Baby.

Sharing
is
caring.

Saturday afternoon, Avery ran into Le Sel de Mer, the lavish dining room in the main hotel. She weaved past bored-looking couples
picking at their plates of tuna tartare and gossiping about the Gstaad ski vacations they were planning for Christmas. She
scanned the room but couldn’t see her mother’s elephant-batiked sarong or Birkenstocks amid the women dressed in silk pastel
dresses.

“Hey!” Baby called from a center table, waving Avery over. Her hair was pulled in two messy braids on either side of her head
and she was wearing an oversize white linen shirt belted as a dress. She looked ridiculously cool, even while she was shredding
her iced-tea straw wrapper into smaller and smaller pieces.

“Hi,” Avery said cautiously as she sat down in one of the wicker chairs opposite Baby. Something seemed off about her ever
since last night. She hoped she wasn’t still mad about Jack being here.

“Hi.” Baby didn’t look up from her iced tea. “What have you been up to this morning?” she asked quickly, as if sensing that
Avery was about to launch an open investigation into her emotions. After she and Layla had their heart-to-heart last night,
Baby had faked sick from the fried conch and had gone to bed early. She had a lot to think about. What she and Riley had done
during the afternoon had seemed so right, and had even made sense, especially when Riley explained his and Layla’s “don’t
ask, don’t tell” policy. But it got complicated when she factored in how much she
liked
Layla.

“Nothing much.” Now it was Avery’s turn to block any future questions. She loved keeping her and Rhys’s relationship a secret.
It was romantic, sort of like in
Titanic
, which Avery would never admit she actually loved. Except it was
better
, since she and Rhys didn’t have any of those pesky class differences to navigate.

Avery spread her daffodil yellow napkin over her lap. “Where’s Layla?”

“I’m here.” Layla glided over to the table, her Coach sunglasses perched atop her curls. “You okay?” she asked Baby, ruffling
her tousled brown hair. “Riley asked about you this morning. I had to indulge him by going on another pony ride.” Layla rolled
her large green eyes.

“Yeah.” Baby stammered. “I mean, it was just the food. I got sick because of the food.” Baby was speaking way too quickly,
using the same voice she’d used when she was trying to tell Avery she hadn’t stolen her favorite Citizen skinny jeans. Avery
narrowed her eyes.
What
was going on?

“I thought it was fine,” Layla said easily. “Probably because I’m used to dining hall food. Seriously, college gives you a
stomach of steel,” she said knowingly.

“Oh look!” Edie’s unmistakable voice pierced the air. Avery looked up and saw her mom wearing a sand-colored maxidress that
looked like it was made out of a discarded ship sail, dragging Remington behind her. Remington was wearing the same white
linen pants and white linen shirt he’d worn yesterday. “They’re all together!” Edie stood for a moment and stared at them,
obviously taking in the scene for future artistic reference.

Avery smiled. Despite their weird hippie-holiday attire, her mom and Remington looked good together. More than that, she’d
never seen her mom so happy. It was obvious she was in love.

It runs in the family!

“My brood!” Edie swooped down and kissed the top of Avery, Baby, and Layla’s heads. “You’re bonding!” she cooed fondly, completely
oblivious to the fact the whole restaurant was regarding her curiously. “Don’t they look great?” she asked the gray-haired
restaurant host, who was patiently clutching a collection of woven straw menus in his hands.

“Lovely,” the host murmured politely. He pulled one of the chairs out for Edie.

“Thank you,” Edie said as she sat down with a noisy clatter.