Chapter 337

“One week,” Wanda said, holding one of my hands in both of hers. “It’s just one week.”

“I know,” I said. “But a week without you is still going to feel like a fucking age.”

“Don’t get too soft on me, Tiger,” she said, smirking a little. “Make me chase you a little bit.”

“You know that’s not me,” I laughed.

“I know,” she grinned. “And that’s why I love you. I don’t need to feel like I need to be anything other than me. Y-y-you c-complete m-me.”

I almost choked as she stammered through the last sentence. “Did you just reference Tropic Thunder while we have an emotional moment?” I laughed.

Wanda scrunched up her nose as she smiled broadly. “I think I was technically referencing ‘Simple Jack,’ which is also a reference to Tropic Thunder.”

“God, you perfect woman,” I sighed, picking her up and spinning her around once before setting her down and leaning in to kiss her. I didn’t hold back, teasing her lips with my tongue, and I grabbed that fantastic ass of hers as we made out just a little. It was still the best ass of all the ladies on the trip, and I couldn’t imagine a better one out there.

“I love you, Robbie,” Wanda whispered as our lips finally parted. “Give me time to get myself together and handle my business, OK? I’m not going to call when I get home, I need to be focused. I need to do this for me first, not us.”

I nodded and squeezed her tightly, my hands coming up to her back. “I understand,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Then, once it’s done, I’ll call you. And you can ask me. OK?”

“I’m counting the hours,” I told her, then took a breath. “I can’t wait,” I finally said with another grin.

“Me neither,” she grinned back, then kissed my cheek.

We parted, and since I’d already said goodbye to Heels with a high five, a kiss on the cheek and a wink, it was just me and Becca left as Wanda went to hug Cassidy and Cattie.

Becca took a long breath, swallowed lightly, and came to me. “I-” she started, but hesitated. We hadn’t gotten our moment in private, other than the quickie before lunch. We hadn’t gotten to hold each other and make sure we were rock solid and steady. I knew we were, but finding the words to say it was important.

And for once neither of us knew what to say.

The problem with being problem solvers was confronting the fact that things were good.

Instead of trying to fill the space between us with words I moved forward, taking Becca’s hips in my hands and holding her like I was a middle school boy at his first dance. She was smiling slightly, looking up at me, and I started humming and swaying. After a moment she caught on to what I was doing and raised her arms up to loop her fingers around the back of my neck, stepping close and swaying with me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I interrupted my musical humming, though we kept swaying together. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you?”