“Or, better yet, how about you come with me to Maui in a week?”
Lux’s heart leaps.
There it is, the question she’s been waiting for. She knows she’s going to say yes, but there’s still something dark hovering around the edges of her joy. Why did he have to ask her now, when she still feels like there’s something he’s not telling her about Susannah?
She thinks again about the girl’s tears, about her snarling lip.
So, you’re his newest project.
What does that even mean? And why would a girl he’d broken up with months ago be here crying on his boat, still so hurt, so angry?
Nico kisses her then, softly, quickly. “You’re thinking so hard,” he says, reaching up to push her hair back from her face.
“I just…” she starts, but she doesn’t want to finish that sentence, doesn’t want to bring up Susannah again.
She doesn’t want answers she knows she won’t like.
Don’t be stupid. Life is short. There’s nothing here for you. Go to Maui.
So she does.
NOW
EIGHT
We see the island a full day before we’ll be able to reach it.
It’s visible in the distance, looking like nothing more than a pile of clouds at first, all smudged and vaguely gray-ish, but within a few hours, I can see spots of green, and my heart thumps against my ribs as I stand at the bow, fingers curled around the guideline.
Suddenly, this trip makes a little more sense. Why Brittany and Amma wanted to come here, why Nico loves life on the water so much. It feels like magic, charting a course to a place, then watching it slowly materialize in front of you.
Brittany appears beside me, her long hair pulled back from her face, and she reaches down to squeeze my hand. “What are you going to do first?” she asks. “After we’ve anchored?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “No idea. A musical number, maybe? Accompanied by some crabs and tropical birds?”
That makes her laugh, too, and she gives my hand another squeeze. “Perfect. Nico?”
She calls back to him, and from his spot at the wheel, he leans over slightly, cupping one hand around an ear. “What?”
“She wants to know what you’re going to do first!” I call back. “When we get to the island!”
His expression shifts, that blinding grin flashing across his face. “Haven’t decided yet. Nudity feels pretty high up there.”
The storm threw me, would’ve thrown anyone, but now things are back on track. We’re safe, our destination is in front of us, and two weeks of doing absolutely nothing—not cleaning hotel rooms, not scrubbing a sink, not waiting my turn to use the shower in a mildewed bathroom—stretch out like a fucking red carpet.
I can’t wait.
* * *
HOURS LATER, WE’RE THERE, AND as the Susannah makes her way to the island’s natural harbor, I stare at the shore in front of us. It’s not like beauty is anything new to me—I’ve been living in Hawaii for the past six months, after all. But there’s something different about Meroe, something wilder. It looks like a kid’s drawing of a deserted island, all tall palm trees and sandy shore, the water and sky contrasting but equally brilliant shades of blue.
We have to motor in because of the currents, and as our boat chugs over a swell to enter the harbor, the push is strong enough that, for a second, it feels like the boat is moving backward. Like the island is pushing us away.
At the wheel, Nico’s expression is steely, his hands gripping tightly, and I wonder if he felt it, too. Probably not. Like he said, Nico isn’t superstitious. But I catch Amma frowning as we finally glide into the harbor.
And then I see it.
Like I told Brittany back in Maui, boats are not my thing. I’ve seen all kinds and have never been all that impressed by any of them.
But this boat is very different.
She’s a catamaran, well over forty feet, glossy white against all that blue-green, her sail an even deeper, clearer blue than the sky. Fitting, because that’s her name, stenciled on the side.
Azure Sky.
Looking at her, I feel the same way I did the first time I saw Nico. Like the world has suddenly gotten a little bit bigger.
“Fuck me.” I hear Amma breathe at my side, and she scowls at the ship.
She and Brittany had been trying to do something other than the usual tourist thing by coming here. The fact that other people have already found the island—beaten them to it—is clearly bugging Amma.
Nico has killed the engine, letting the Susannah rest idly on the smooth, clear water as he looks over at the Azure Sky.