Chapter 4The Runaways

We flew out the next night.

Waking up to the crystal blue ocean helped.

Sam was thriving. Within two days, he knew every bartender on the island.

I sat on the beach and stared at my chat history with Julian. Three days. No messages.

Sam snatched my phone. "Stop looking at him! Look at the menu! I found you some options."

He swiped through photos of hot guys he'd secretly taken.

"This one is rich. This one is foreign—practice your English!"

"No," I pushed him away. "You keep them."

"You think I don't want to?! They're straight!"

Sam sat down next to me. The sea breeze rustled the palms.

"Sam," I said softly. "Don't be sad."

"Sad? Me? Ha! I'm a catch. Adrian is blind."

"Yeah. He is."

Sam looked at me like I was possessed. "Did you tell Mom I killed her succulent?"

"No. I mean it."

People think Sam is a player. But I know the truth. He flirts with everyone, but he's only ever loved one person. Adrian just couldn't see past the glitter.

Sam sighed. "Let's go to the bar."