"I never want to leave."

She smiled. "Maybe they're hiring."

I laughed. Only Maya knew how stressful my work life could be. The thought of staying on this heavenly island was tempting, if totally unrealistic.

"I noticed you disappeared with Darren at the barbecue last night. Any news to report?"

"Other than him pulling out all the stops trying to hook up, not really."

"Figured as much. He sure is nice to look at, though."

I chuckled softly. Couldn't argue there.

I fiddled with a menu left on the small table between us. "Are you hungry?"

She shook her head. "I shouldn't. I've gained like five pounds in a week. It'll be a miracle if I fit into my dress tomorrow."

"Don't worry. We'll make it fit."

"Yeah, I'm going to look like a stuffed sausage in white satin." Her hand went to her stomach concealed under her tankini.

"Is everything okay?"

She turned her head, but I couldn't read her expression behind her sunglasses. "Yeah, why?"

What could I say? Cameron sent me on a fact-finding mission because he's worried about you? I hadn't written off his concerns though. Maya had a way of keeping her feelings socked down deep enough where no one else could find them. She was private, and for the most part, I'd always respected that. It was her way, and who was I to make her put her feelings out there?

"Just wondered. You seem...thoughtful lately. I just want to make sure it's the usual wedding feelings and not something else."

She nodded quietly and took in a deep breath. A minute passed in silence before she spoke. "I'm pregnant," she said, her voice quiet.

My jaw fell, and I ripped my sunglasses off my face. "What... Wait. How? Have you been trying?"

"No. It's my fault. I fucked up."

"What?"

She took her sunglasses off and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I missed pills. Between everything that's happened these past few months. My mom, moving in with Cam, and pulling this wedding trip together, I missed pills, and here we are."

"How far along do you think you are?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I took tests, but I haven't seen a doctor yet. I've been putting it off. I didn't want to believe it could be true."

I was silent. Maya's life had been chaotic and at some points, extremely troubling. Maybe this wasn't what she was expecting, but still, this was news Cameron would welcome.

"You haven't told Cam." This had to be what he'd sensed her holding back.

Suddenly her calm exterior started to crumble. She winced, and her eyes became glassy. "This is a nightmare. I'm getting married tomorrow. How the hell am I supposed to keep this from Cam? He's going to freak out, but I can't tell him the night before our wedding. He's going to be a mess the same way I'm a mess and-"

"Okay, stop right there. Breathe. This is... Maya, this is a blessing. You both want a family, right?"

She sucked in an unsteady breath and exhaled, a slow tear traveling down her cheek. "Yeah, we've talked about it, but I didn't think it'd be this soon."

"Cameron is the love of your life. You made a baby. I can't think of anything more romantic. Tell him. He's going to be so thrilled. I just know it."

She shook her head, but I could tell she wanted to believe me. "I don't want him to be angry with me for being irresponsible." Her voice was a whisper.

I wanted to pull her into a tight hug. Instead, I reached for her hands and held them in mine, wanting her to believe me and take comfort in the words I knew to be true.

"Cameron loves you. No matter how it happened, it's happened, and it's something to celebrate now. Okay?" I wiped away her tear and smiled. Not for her sake, but because my happiness in that moment was too big to temper. I couldn't imagine what it would be like...to love someone as much as she loved Cameron and to be carrying proof of that love. To be taking that next step together.

She smiled a little, and my heart felt even lighter.

"When should I tell him? We're not supposed to see each other until the wedding tomorrow. I'll ruin everything. I don't want anything to ruin our day, but I don't want to keep this from him anymore either. It's been weighing on me. God, you have no idea."

I hushed her, smoothing my thumbs over the backs of her hands. "Maya, tell him tonight if you want to."

"Do you think I should?"

"Do what feels right, and don't worry about what anyone else thinks, okay? We're all here for you."

She nodded. "Thank you."

Maya had retired early for the night. Too restless for sleep, I hung around one of the outdoor bars at the hotel. The sky was a midnight blue, and the sweet smell of plumeria wafted through the warm ocean air. I twirled my half glass of pinot grigio by the base.

Maya's news was overwhelming. Not in the same way that it was for her, but an overwhelming reminder of how quickly life can change. Months ago she was barely living. Working hard every day, partying harder every weekend. Starting all over again on Monday. Not too different from my world, really. And now she was hours away from being married to the man of her dreams. In a matter of months, their family of two would grow.

More than anything, I was happy for my friend, but I couldn't ignore the sting of regret I felt under that happiness. I took a deep breath. Filling my lungs with the ocean air, I refused to let my thoughts linger too long on my own unfulfilled dreams.

I swallowed down the last of my lukewarm wine and did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn't do. I powered on my phone and checked my messages. Mom had texted a few times, asking me how things were. I texted her back, letting her know I couldn't stay in touch as regularly being out of the country.

Then I checked my e-mail, and dread quickly overrode all my other emotions. My phone loaded dozens of e-mails from work, many from Reilly, including a calendar invite for a review lunch scheduled for when I got back. Subtle. I stifled a groan and turned the phone off.

"Hey, beautiful." Darren took the bar stool beside me.

"Where's Cam? I thought you were going into town tonight."

"Nah. He turned in early. I'll give you one guess where he is."

With Maya no doubt. I grinned to myself, knowing better than Darren did why that was a good thing.

"Can I buy you another drink?"

"Actually, I should head back to the room. Big day tomorrow." I grabbed my purse and stood.

I may have been restless, and reconnecting to my work e-mail wasn't helping matters, but I wasn't sure my mind was in the right place to fight off Darren's flirtations.

Darren caught my hand, keeping me from leaving. "You look tense. What's going on?"

I hesitated. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Come on. Take a walk with me." He tipped his head toward the dark shore that met the black horizon.

He smiled like he knew I couldn't and wouldn't say no.

"Okay." I slipped the tiny black strap of the purse over my shoulder and let him take my hand and lead me out to the moonlit beach.

"Talk to me, red. What's going on?"

"Just work. I made the mistake of checking my e-mail. Real life sucks."

He laughed and tightened his grasp around my hand. "I can't imagine getting thrown back into reality right now. Why on earth would you check in when you've got days left here?"

"I don't know. I'm a glutton for pain, I guess. Catching up is going to be a mess. I figured maybe I could get ahead of it."

"Does your job have any redeeming qualities?"

I stared down at the dark shadows our steps made dragging through the soft sand. "Probably not by your standards. I don't get to save anyone's life when I'm fetching my boss's dry cleaning."

"Does he respect you?" His eyes were serious now.

I shrugged. "I think deep down he probably appreciates all I do, but on the surface, he's too busy to really take the time to show it. I get it. It's part of the job. How about you? Is being a firefighter your dream job?"

His lips curved into a boyish smile. "I love it. Even when it sucks. Sometimes it feels like it's in my blood or something-what I was meant to do. Every once in a while I'll have a few rough shifts in a row and start to second-guess things, but once I'm recharged I can't wait to get back. I find myself missing it."

"Do you miss it now?"

He stared down the coastline, a distant look in his eyes, before he turned back to me.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than here with you right now. And that's the honest to God truth."

The more time I spent with Darren, the more glimpses I got of the man beneath the handsome, charming exterior. Despite all the warnings, despite my mind shouting at me to be careful, I was hooked. I wanted to know more. I wanted to unravel him and see him the way he'd never let anyone else see him before.

"Anyway. To hell with all that. We're on vacation. Let's do something crazy."

"Like what?"

I laughed and stared as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Let's go skinny-dipping," he said in a hushed whisper.

My jaw fell open a fraction as he went for the zipper on his shorts.

"In the ocean? You're insane."

"Yes, and yes. Come on, don't be a prude," he said.

"It's against the rules. No swimming after dark." I pointed behind us to a sign I'd noticed when it was still daylight.

"We're on vacation. There are no rules."

He stripped his boxers off, leaving him naked in the moonlight. My jaw was gaping now, and I forced myself to look away. What I wouldn't give for a few minutes just to look...

"I'm not going in there naked," I insisted.

"Suit yourself." His voice rang out from a few feet away. When I turned back, he was making strides across the sand, his taut ass my only thought until he dove into the water.

"Water's fine!" he called out, his smile bright in the darkness.

I bounced in place, letting his infectious energy come over me.

Am I doing this? Yes. No. Yes. No way. What the hell?

I took a breath and stripped off the jersey sundress I wore.

Darren hollered from the distance. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I couldn't stop smiling. Darren was crazy, but I kind of loved it. The truth was, no one else could make me do this but him. A fresh wave of terror hit me when I contemplated my bra and panties. I couldn't go in there stark naked. I had to draw the line somewhere.

"Come on, red. I'm getting pruned out here. Hurry up."

Without thinking, I unsnapped my bra, covered my breasts with my arm, and ran out to join him.

The water was warm, but still a shock against skin that wasn't used to being bare there. I swam toward Darren, trying not to think about all of the unknowns in the dark water. When one of those unknowns flickered against my foot, I screamed.

"What's wrong?" Darren swam close and caught my hand, grinning broadly.

"Something touched my foot. I'm freaking out." I looked across the dark water that I couldn't see through.

A wave pushed his body closer to mine, and then his hands were on me and he pulled me against him. "Don't freak out. I'll protect you," he murmured.

I swallowed over the breath that was caught in my throat. We were chest-to-chest, bare, and suddenly nothing had ever felt so perfect. My toes curled into the sand below.

"You know I'm more than my hair color, right?"

He traced a damp strand of hair that clung to my cheek. "So much more... You're like this streak of bright red through my head. Whenever I see you or think about you, it's vibrant. I can't think of anything else. Or anyone else."

I was speechless. If that came from his player toolbox of pickup lines, he deserved a medal. Silence fell between us, making my nakedness against him all the more tense.

A gentle wave crashed against us, but he held me solidly. His eyes were the darkest I'd ever seen them. He caught my face in his palms, caressing his thumbs over the apples of my cheeks.

"I still want that kiss you promised me."

My breath hitched. "That wasn't a promise. That was a threat."

"Then teach me a lesson."

I lifted my chin, saying yes in every silent way I could think of. I wanted him to kiss me. And I wanted a hell of a lot more than that. I slid my fingers into his wet hair in wordless assent.

"Vanessa."