enough for you” she said. “I didn’t grow up in the slums. I lived in a big house; my father was a doctor.” She shook her head.
“Oh,” he said, his voice taking on a quietness. “That’s what this is about?”
“You’re damn right it is.”
He let out a long breath. “Well, I guess you read the whole book?”
“I read enough to know that we are different people. You worked for everything you have ever had. Someone raped your sister! I’ve never experienced anything like that. How could I ever understand you?”
“I don’t need you to understand; I need you to love me.”
“I’ve acted so silly—crying about missing home and being selfish about the spa not going my way. Why would you want to be with someone like that?”
“Angelique, we all have bad days. We all need to cry sometimes. We all miss home—even if that home is a shack. It is simply human nature. I’ve seen things…”
Coming from such a peaceful place as Cat Island, where people regularly left their doors unlocked and any kind of crime was a talking point for months and months, even referenced back to for years in conversation, it was hard to imagine what it would be like to live in a crime-ridden place, like Theo had. Rape was something she’d read about—it wasn’t real. But, Theo had lived it.
“I know. I read about it,” she said sadly.
“Then you understand my need to be with someone like you—someone carefree, vibrant, and happy.” he said.
“I’m just a silly girl,” she said. “I can’t empathize with you like Kalani can.”
“I like Kalani, sure. We have a lot in common and I enjoy his company … but I love you.”
She leaned back in her seat and stared at the sky.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Even if I act spoiled or overreact?” she asked.
“Especially then. I lived a life of heartache and need. I have seen enough sadness for the both of us. I want you to live a life of luxury. I want the worst thing you experience to be missing your flight to our private island, or your biggest decisions to be which shoes to wear to the theater. You deserve that—we deserve that. And I can provide it.”
She shook her head and stared in her lap. “I’m sorry.”
“The only thing you need to apologize for is not telling me this sooner. You can talk to me about anything. Always.”
“About anything?”
They paused for a moment.
“Anything,” Theo said.
“Okay,” she said. “My parents paid for me to go to college.”
“You are amazing,” he said laughing. “Don’t ever be ashamed of who you are. You’re perfect.” He touched her hand. “I love you.”
“I want to leave,” she said, surprising even herself. “This spa hotel thing isn’t working for me right now. I need to do something different. I just don’t know what.”
He squeezed her hand chuckling at her abruptness. “No problem. We could go back to Greece, if you want. Or the Bahamas. Or back to Dubai. Or go and see Atreus and Carla. Or anywhere in the world. It doesn’t matter.”
She stared out over the distant ocean and knew immediately what she wanted. “I want to go home,” she said. “I want Carla and Atreus to stop paying my expenses. I want you to meet my family. I mean that; I really do.”
She suddenly realized that all of this—the crying, the outbursts, the introspection—had all been because of that. She’d been afraid to introduce him to her family. But she didn’t care anymore. She loved this man and wanted the world to know it—she wanted her family to know it.
“Please,” he said. “Don’t think about money. I have plenty of it. Let’s do something real , Angelique, something to change our lives, something we’ll never forget.”
She looked at him, at his hazel eyes alight with the promise of the future. Fear fluttered in her stomach but she wanted what he had, the energy, the zest for life.
“All right.”
“You’re the best,” Theo said, taking her arms