Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Her eyes landed on the large sun hat and she groaned. “You’re going to be wearing that giant ass hat I told you not to bring!”
“It’s not giant, and someday when we’re sixty and I look forty-five, you’ll be wishing you wore one as well.”
She gifted me with another eye roll before she slipped away. As she headed down the hall, she called out, “Don’t be late! Fifteen minutes.”
I sighed and headed over to my suitcase. I pulled out the blue bikini, knowing it would bring out the blue in my eyes. I’d noticed Lori and Parker had put on a bit of makeup, but I wasn’t here to impress. I had on mascara, and that was going to be the extent of my makeup this trip. Maybe some lip tint as well.
After putting on the suit, I gave myself a hard look in the mirror. Three years ago, I had weighed close to two-hundred pounds. With the stress of college, I had gotten in the habit of eating takeout and junk food. It wasn’t until one day I couldn’t catch my breath walking to class that I decided to take control of my health once again. I’d never been a small girl, and had always had a bit of fluff. My mother liked to call them curves. Where Lori and Parker were both around a buck fifteen, I weighed anywhere from a hundred twenty-five to one thirty now. I wasn’t overweight, but I wasn’t stick thin. I was shorter than both of my best friends, coming in at five feet two inches, where they were both around five feet four. But I was fit. I had muscles from running and lifting weights. I ate healthy, mostly plant-based, but when I wanted something sweet, I ate it. I no longer stressed about being a size two, and was thankful for a healthy body that did what I needed it to do.
I sighed as I looked at myself. A part of me would always see that overweight girl, no matter how much positive talk I gave myself. But today, as I turned from side to side, I loved what I saw. I had a butt and I had boobs, and I could see the result of all my hard work.
Slipping the cover-up on, I grabbed my hat and sunglasses, as well as the beach bag I had packed. It had sunscreen, my Kindle, and a paperback. I was set.
One last look in the mirror at myself and I smiled. “You did it, Amelia. You made it through college and nursing school. You did all the things, and you kicked ass doing them.”
With that, I slung the bag over my shoulder, put my hat and glasses on, and made my way to the bar to meet up with Lori and Parker.
Chapter Two
“JAX, THE TWO LADIES AT the end of the bar asked about you.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see two attractive women sipping on piña coladas. One was blonde, petite features and her hair up in some kind of bun. The other had reddish-blonde hair that was pulled up into a bun, as well, but had some sticks poking out on each side.
“Have at it, Chuck,” I said, turning back to focus on the drinks I was making for an older couple sitting in front of me.
“I don’t get it. These women practically throw themselves at you, and you have no interest.”
I laughed. “They’re probably here for what, a few days to a week? I’m not interested in one-night stands.”
“That’s not what you said when you first came here,” Chuck said as he popped the lid off of a beer and handed it to a guy.
“Well, that wore off quick.”
He shook his head and hit me on the back. “Fine, I’ll tell them you’re gay so I have a chance at one of them. If I’m lucky, both.”
I rolled my eyes and brought the drinks over to the couple. “Here you go. Two French 75s.”
They each took the drink and thanked me before sliding me a tip and making their way over to a table.
When I turned around, Chuck was staring after the two girls looking utterly rejected.
“What happened?” I asked as I slapped him on the back.
“They’re here with another friend. They finished their drinks and were heading to the beach to look for her.”
“You score a number?” I asked as I started to clean some of the glasses.
“I did,” he said with a smile and held up a napkin. “Parker.”
“Was she the one with the sticks in her hair?” I asked.
Chuck laughed. “No, she was the other one. Listen, I’m out of here. You got this?”
I nodded. We were an hour away from closing, and the bar was usually slow as people started to make their way back to their cottages to get ready for dinner or a night out.