I tug at my shorts, looking at myself in the mirror. The denim hugs my thighs a bit too tight.
Why didn't I think to try these on before I packed them? I fluff out my hair with a sigh and shrug. No use in complaining about it now. I secure the strap on my black halter top and roll my shoulders back. Confidence, Allie. Confidence. I sling my trusty purse over my shoulder and march out the front door into the bright sunlight.
The boardwalk that was deserted last night bustles with couples and families shuffling across the wooden boards. Guess they really were booked for the weekend. Honestly, with everything that had happened in the last few weeks, I didn't even realize the holiday was here. Too many distractions to be worried about national holidays.
I step into the air-conditioned lobby and see Saz leaning against a wall, his bare chest now covered with a tropical button-down. His eyes go directly to my thighs and quickly back up to my face. "Ready to go?"