Chapter 87

Fallon

Eventually, I would get over the fear that it wasn't real - I was probably driving Zane completely insane.

I kept staring at him.

Wanting to pinch myself.

I felt so giddy I almost skipped into the resort office. Instead, I ran, tossed my keys onto the table, and left.

My boss yelled.

I didn't care.

Zane was waiting for me outside the resort. The moon shone over the clear water; the storm had passed through.

I grabbed his hand and stared up at the stars. "It was a good night."

"The best," he whispered, wrapping an arm around me.

While I'd been busy quitting my job, he had been busy texting everyone about a late night bonfire in celebration of getting most of his short-term memory back.

He even invited my parents.

I was already bracing myself for the crying from my mom and the celebratory slaps on the back from dad.

"Wait!" Zane stopped and then winked. "As much as I'd love to go down to that beach with you, we have a problem."

I frowned while my stomach dropped. "