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Jackson’s truck with a bag of garbage and a bottle of hand sanitizer. “You cleaned his truck?”
    “It was filthy.”
    The driver door slammed and Jackson joined us, yanking the bag from my hands. “No one asked Miss OCD over here to clean it. And it was not filthy, it was cozy and lived in. Now it smells like a hospital. I hate hospitals.”
    Whitney shrugged. “One man’s trash, and all that.”
    “Kayla,” I turned to her as she slid out of the truck, “his truck is disgusting, right? You can’t tell me all that garbage doesn’t drive you crazy.”
    She smiled coyly in Jackson’s direction. “When I’m in his truck, I’m not usually paying attention to the garbage.”
    I rolled my eyes and walked over to Whitney’s car for my bag. Everyone was already out and stretching their legs, and Whitney headed into the lobby to check us in.
    “Here are the keys, guys. Rooms 714 and 715,” she said, returning to pop open her trunk. Enrique and Ruben swept in to snatch all the bags before we had a chance, and the others made their way inside. Sliding me a glance, Whitney winked and shut the trunk. She answered her cell and began to stroll after them, waving to let me know she’d be a few minutes. I started to follow but slowed when I caught a glimpse of the pool and decided to take a detour from the group. A few seconds of peace and quiet before round two in the ring with Jackson sounded nice, and I felt like I needed to give Jen at least two minutes of my undivided attention.
    Not that I didn’t think of her at least a thousand times a day already.
    Slipping my sandals off, I stepped over the pool ledge and skimmed my foot on the surface, sighing contently when the cool water drifted over my toes. I tilted my head back to bask in the sun, closing my eyes to take in its rays, and envisioned her enveloped in its warmth, cocooned and smiling down at the world. The comforting thought shifted to a grievous one when I remembered it was the moon that took her; nighttime was the culprit. She didn’t belong to the sun. Not in my memories, anyway. Inhaling a fresh breath of air, I told myself it didn’t matter what took her. Her spirit dwelled in Forever’s realm, and there it had to be bright and warm.
    It had to.
    I stepped out of the pool and headed back to the main corridor, admiring the hotel’s whimsical sea theme as I passed through. Bright yellow, teal, and shades of blue mosaic tile surrounded the lobby’s fountain, and brass touches with mermaid, treasure chest, and Atlantean accents adorned the hallways and stairwells.
    I curved around the hallway and walked to the end toward the elevator. The door dinged and I stepped inside, reaching for the seventh floor button.
    “Hey, Em!” Jackson called out from the hall. “Hold that.”
    My hand shot forward to bump the door open, and he dipped inside, shoving a piece of paper in his pocket. “Forgot something from the car.” He hit the button and stationed himself to my left. As the doors closed, I cleared my throat and eyed the empty space behind us. He gave me a side glance, a crooked grin tipping his lips into a smile.
    I crossed my arms and looked straight ahead, knowing full well his inner 12-year-old boy was doing back flips right now.
    “You know, Em...”
    “Don’t even say it, Jackson.”
    “You know my favorite part of Disney World?”
    I bit my lip to force back a smile, eyes rolling upward to watch the floor numbers light up. Two, three, four ...
    “Fantasyland.”
    I bit my lip harder and chanced a peek at his face, finding a positively radiant expression. Just as I suspected. That’s what I got for letting my nickname for him slip under the influence.
    “Hell, we could go right now if you want.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his head, the motion sending a whiff of his sunscreen scent to my side of the elevator.
    I caved, letting my smile loose. “You’re incorrigible.”
    He hit the halt button when we reached the fifth floor,