Dustin returned with his phone and took Claudia’s number, promising to text her soon with the details of their date. He gave her another awkward hug and we left.
As soon as we stepped outside the building, Claudia sagged into Beck’s side and he wrapped his arm around her waist. “You okay?” he asked, concerned.
She shrugged. “It wasn’t so bad, right? He seems nice?”
“He seems really nice,” Jake assured her.
“Dinner will be better.” I smiled. “Just the two of you. It’ll be less uncomfortable without listening ears and Bitter Pill Pedra.”
Claud laughed shakily. “Yeah, what was that?”
“Ignore her. You didn’t come here for her. You came for Dustin and he seems really happy to meet you.”
She grinned, finally relaxing. “He did, didn’t he? Ahh,” she exhaled. “Let’s go explore and get something to eat. I’m starving.”
The guys knocked on our door half an hour ago to tell us they were ready to face the day, but Claudia and I had just woken up. We promised to meet them for breakfast at a café across the plaza and then rushed around the hotel room to get ready.
As we did so, Claudia chatted about Dustin.
Something niggled at me about how well things were going for her with her real father. Perhaps it was the cynic in me, or maybe I was terrified of my friend getting her heart broken, but it took everything within me to not warn her to be careful. I didn’t want to ruin this for her.
We dressed in shorts and tank tops since we’d woken up to a particularly hot day and headed along the plaza to meet Jake and Beck.
“So, Dustin says he wants to paint me.” Claudia smiled. Though her eyes were covered with oversized sunglasses, I could hear excitement in her voice.
“Would you do that?”
“Sit for him? Yeah. He wants to do a portrait.”
“Well, you’re beautiful and he’s an artist, of course he does.”
“Yeah, but also, I’m his daughter,” she added, a little indignantly.
“Of course. I just meant… of course he’d want to draw you, daughter or not.”
She grimaced. “I think he might have painted my mother nude. I asked if he painted her and he got all shifty and uncomfortable.”
I laughed. “Oh, he definitely painted her nude.”
Claud shuddered. “My mother. The disloyal muse.”
We crossed the plaza toward the café. “Have you spoken to your mom since you got here?”
“No,” she snorted. “My parents are pretending this isn’t happening.”
Typical.
“Well, my folks emailed last night asking about you. They hope everything’s going great with Dustin and said that they love you.”
“I adore your parents. Do you think they would adopt me?”
I would’ve answered but I was too busy staring across the street at the café. Sitting at a table on the sidewalk was my boyfriend and Beck. They weren’t alone. Two girls were sitting in my and Claudia’s seats and Jake and Beck were laughing.
Something unpleasant pinched my chest.
I felt a nudge at my shoulder and turned to look at Claudia.
She lifted her sunglasses off to meet my eyes. “Hey. You okay?”
I sighed, glancing back at the flirting girls and our flirting idiot male counterparts. “Jake and I are in a great place, but I thought the whole jealousy thing was behind me. But I see that girl, laughing into his face, and he’s not doing much to put her off and I want to kill him. He was like this in high school.” I wrinkled in my nose in annoyance. “And he used to accuse me of being a flirt.”
“You are a flirt.”
I frowned. “I am not.”
“Oh, please. You can’t even help it.”
“Well, what about you?” I waved a hand in the direction of the café. “Doesn’t it bother you anymore to see Beck flirt?”
It was Claudia’s turn to scowl. “We’re friends. And girls flirt with him. If we were anything more than friends, I’d have to get used to that fact. Just like you have to get used to the fact that your boyfriend is hot and I hate to say it, babe, but since you two got back together, there’s this light around him… it’s totally attractive.” She patted me on the shoulder. “I guess you’ve only got yourself to blame for the hot señorita flirting with him right now.”
I groaned. “Okay. So how should we play this? Cool, unaffected… or pissed off?”
“Let’s be grown-ups and play it cool and unaffected. You know Jake loves you. You don’t need to be jealous. Ever.”
I shoved the horrible feeling away and let rationale take over. “You’re right,” I agreed, studying her carefully. “When did you get all wise and mature?”
Claudia tilted her chin up in thought. “Hmm… I think it’s a fairly recent development.”
“I like it.”
“We’ll see how long it lasts.”
Laughing at her, I followed as she crossed the street toward the café. Jake caught sight of us and when our eyes met, I felt our connection zing through me as always. I raised an eyebrow, nodding my head toward the girl next to him, but I wore a smile so he’d know I wasn’t mad. Anymore.
He shrugged and then tapped Beck on the arm. Beck looked over, his eyes instantly moving to Claudia. He straightened in his chair. Jake turned to the girls and said something. Whatever it was, it had them looking over at us walking toward them. The girls gave us curious looks but got out of our seats, waving flirty goodbyes to our boys.
A few seconds later, we rounded the table and as soon as my ass was in the chair, Jake wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in for a slow, sweet kiss. I smiled softly as I pulled back. “Good morning to you too.”
“Soooo…” Claudia drawled, relaxing back in her chair. “This is what you guys do with your time when we’re not around. Flirt with gorgeous Spanish girls? It’s a little unfair. If we’d known, we would’ve taken up with those two hot guys on mopeds who asked us if we wanted a private tour of the city.”
I looked at her with both eyebrows raised.
She smirked. “Guess it didn’t last long,” she said, referring to her wisdom and maturity.
I laughed, shaking my head. When I looked at Jake, he had an annoyed furrow between his brows. “Guys? Mopeds?”
I shoved him playfully. “Claudia’s lying.”
I thought his expression would clear but now Jake looked worried. “The girls just came over. We didn’t invite them to sit.”
“You are so whipped,” Beck muttered, reaching for a glass of cold orange juice.
Unamused, I glared at him. “Jake’s dating me. I’m freaking awesome. I love him and he’s getting it regularly and it is mind-blowing. Even if he is whipped, he’s sitting a lot prettier than you right now.”
Jake and Claudia burst out laughing and Beck smirked, his eyes filled with mirth as they met Jake’s. Jake pulled my chair closer and I turned to find his face inches from mine. His eyes danced happily. “You’re wrong. You’re not freaking awesome. You’re freaking phenomenal.” He brushed his nose alongside mine. “About that getting-it-regularly thing,” he whispered against my mouth, “I miss you.”
I missed him too. We hadn’t slept together since we’d gotten to Barcelona. Three nights might not sound like a lot but they were a lot after having slept with each other every single night in the past few weeks.
“You know what I’m thinking,” Claudia said loudly, bringing our attention back to her. She was smiling at Beck. “I’m thinking you and I should spend the day together. Leave these two to be all icky and in love. I could do with a breather. It’s nauseating.”
I knew she was teasing but that sounded like an amazing idea.