Page 84 of Collide

We practically dissolve into giggles exploring the suites, pressing every button like wide-eyed tourists, feeling for the first time like we’rereallyliving our dream.

When we land in San Diego, Mark is waiting for us with a grin.

We settle into our hotel suite—two bedrooms, huge windows, a view that looks like it belongs on a postcard. The ocean sparkles just beyond the glass, endless and bright.

I’ve always loved the beach.

Something about the way the horizon blurs into forever makes it easy to lose yourself. In dreams, in memories, in all the things that still might be.

Mark scrolls through his tablet while I pick at my lunch.

“Okay, so today’s a free day, just to get settled and rest,” he says.

I nod between mouthfuls. “Nice.”

“Tomorrow, you’ve got promo photoshoots for social media content and the single cover.”

He taps the screen a few more times, skimming the schedule.

“Then interviews. Evening is free, then three full days of shooting, Geek-Fest, a free Friday, and you fly out Saturday morning.”

“Oh. That’s…not a lot of free time.”

Alex and I had agreed on a date, but we hadn’t pinned down a time or place yet. With the way things were sounding, it wasn’t looking promising.

Mark glances up at me, almost apologetic.

“It’s a tight schedule. And there’ll be a few night shoots too.”

“That’s what we’re here for, right?” I sigh, pushing my half-eaten plate away before taking a sip of my drink.

Mark nods.

“Exactly. Is there anything I can do for you? Any touristy things you’d like me to arrange?”

I want to call Alex first, to see what his plans are before making any decisions.

“Let me get back to you on that,” I say.

“Sounds good. I’m on the floor below if you need anything. Rio and Inga are flying in this afternoon for the week,” he adds, getting up and walking toward the door.

“Enjoy your day,” I call after him.

Then, Riley steps out of her room, flashing Mark a devilish grin.

“You’re leaving already?”

“Plenty of work to keep me busy,” he shrugs, a slight flush creeping up his neck.

“Boo, Mark, you’re no fun.”

“That’s what my ex-wife would say,” he throws over his shoulder before opening the door.

Well, that was awkward.

“See ya,” I wave, trying not to laugh.

Riley blows him a kiss, and Mark shakes his head, smiling as the door clicks shut behind him.