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it should have been no shock that we had another waiting for us at the pool. We had just left the pick up window at Riva’s and arrived poolside only to be taken to a fully stocked cabana by our very own cabana boy.
    “Here you are, ladies,” he said as soon as he deposited us there. “Let me know if you need anything.”
    He had laid our food out on the table neatly for us, pulled out some drinks and left us before we could do much more than smile and nod. There was a beautiful fruit platter to go along with the salad and pizza we had ordered.
    Looking at Jolie from across the table, I said, “Damn, a girl could get used to this.”
    Nodding, she agreed. “BE knows how to say ‘I love you’ about a million ways from Sunday. I hope you are listening.”
    Then, before I could comment or counter her claim, she stood, yanked off her towel, and headed straight for the pool. I watched her go, wishing I had half her grace and at the moment, all of her confidence. Jolie was my hero, always had been. She had this apology free life. She never seemed to suffer through the drama I did, or if she did, she was silent and managed alone. We never had to up and move because of her choices. I swallowed hard. Now there would be no more up and moving. She had made that clear.
    Looking around, I tried not to wonder how long this could last. I tried not to consider that this might one day end. Instead, I focused on the good stuff. We were staying in this incredible room. That’s right…the room.
    “Hey,” I called to her as she swam closer. “The room?”
    Smirking, she responded, “BE, just BE.”
    There was a message in there. I was sure of it. For once, I wasn’t going to question. I would try, do my best to just be.”

    It didn’t take long for me to discover that I wasn’t very good at just being. Soon, I was checking the time on my phone over and over again. Time was dragging by. I would have thought that last half hour at the pool would have flown by, but once again I found myself utterly aware of every second. It scared the hell out of me. What if I was building this up to be something so much more than it was? What if this was going to be just another week of fun in a fabulous location? What if he didn’t want me like I wanted him? What had happened to me?
    I closed my eyes and tried to quiet the doubts, tried to drown out the fears with positivity, tried to tell myself that no matter what, I’d be fine. Only…I didn’t want to be fine. I wanted to be happy…blissful, glowing happy. I was ready to be in love…with him.
    Finally I stood. “I’m going to the room to get ready,” I announced to Jolie as she lay on the cushioned lounger.
    “Sure,” she said. “I’ll come with you.” Gathering up her towel and phone, Jolie was soon by my side, as always, ready to support me as needed.
    Looking at her sideways, I was forced once more to consider how much she knew. “Is everything okay?” I asked as casually as I could manage.
    “Yeah. Of course. Just figured I’d get cleaned up from the pool. It’s after 6pm. I may take a nap…” Her voice trailed off.
    When we entered the room, I realized that our luggage had disappeared. “Huh,” I said. “Wonder where the luggage disappeared to.”
    “This is the Penthouse, baby. I’m sure that the maid just moved us in,” she said with a smile. “We should check out the rest of the suite.” Looping her arm though mine, she walked me to one room off the main living area. “This is my room.”
    I glanced about. It was really nice…high end everything. So much nicer than your average hotel. Walking through it, I realized that she had her own private bath. The confusion must have been showing on my face.
    “Your room must be on the other side,” she said with a knowing smile.
    The excitement was mounting as we walked back out to the main living area. I went to the door we hadn’t opened yet. Slowly, I turned the handle, pushed it and found this incredibly