If only Marissa had liked her. “That will serve you well in life, right?”
Marissa met her eyes. “Yes. I hope so.”
“Me too.” Marissa helped her into her room and helped her find a decent shirt that went with her flowy skirt. So thoughtful.
“Let me find some jeans. I need out of these snow pants.”
Mari hurried off and returned a couple of minutes later in jeans and a warm, fuzzy red sweater. She was talking on the phone. “Yes, thank you…perfect…bye.” Mari hung up and smiled at her. “They’re bringing up a chair and they have a shuttle to take us to town. How cool is that?”
“Perfect. You’re beautiful.” Mari had always shone in that color, and the way the knit hugged her body was delicious.
“I…oh. Thank you.” Mari covered a fake cough, probably to hide her blush. It didn’t work. “They said there’s another shuttle from town up to the farm where the bazaar is if we want to go. It stops at the pizza place. I thought that was convenient.”
“Yeah? You want to go tonight or is it a daytime-only thing? Do we know?” Bekka didn’t care. She just wanted to hang out.
“They said it’s both. I bet it’s pretty at night, but we should probably bundle up. Let’s see how much energy you have; it’s not going anywhere. Or—it is, but not before Christmas.” Mari chuckled.
She had to giggle, because that was so, so very Mari. “Bundling up. I can handle that. Should I wrap up my bare toes?”
Mari tilted her head and gave her a look. “Yes, Beks. Unless you want to freeze them off.”
“Well? Any ideas? My socks won’t fit over the cast, and neither will yours.” Maybe Bryan had a…a…shit, she didn’t even have an ‘a’.
“Hm. Good point.” Mari frowned for a moment, then grinned brightly and hurried back into her side of the suite. She came back brandishing a fuzzy hat with a pompom on the top. “It’s fleece-lined. It should work until we can get your something in town.”
That was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. She squealed and grabbed her phone, snapped a picture, and posted it to Insta. “Hashtag so perfect!”
Mari looked pleased with herself, and winked when someone knocked on the door. “Your chariot awaits.”
“Woohoo! Honeymoon of joy.” She grinned over and dared to pat Mari’s butt.
* * *
She just touched my ass.
Marissa blinked but didn’t let Beks see her face. She was going to ignore that, right?
Right.
Obviously.
It was her own fault, because she’d been flirting like an idiot even though she knew that it was a bad idea. She had no interest in rekindling anything with the Queen of Chaos.
None.
Well, mostly none.
Beks hadn’t changed much. The broken leg was absolutely no surprise, for sure, that was classic Rebekka luck. But there was a maturity about her now that Marissa didn’t remember from college, and she was more…friendly? Outgoing?
Confident. That was what it was. Beks was still wild, but she was way more confident, and confidence was sexy.
“Your chair is shiny and red. How festive.” She got out of the way and let the resort medical staff get Beks settled in it.
“It’s a chair of sparkly joy. Can I make my gorgeous Mari push me around?”
“I think that falls under the ‘for better or worse’ clause.” The nurse grinned at Beks as she left. “You should be good.”
She rolled her eyes. “Haha. I think you’re enjoying this too much.”