Three of us emerged and had a look around.

Oh my gosh, if my mom were around, she would undoubtedly shoot me.

Suddenly, someone grabbed and kissed my shoulder from behind.

Joe muttered, "Baby."

"Oh, it's you," I stammered.

Joe asked, "What do you mean by me? Didn't you expect me?"

"Obviously, I was expecting," I answered, feigning a smile. My gaze was drawn to the poolside, where Aaron and Arona were relaxing.

She was pouring a glass of wine for him. I rolled my eyes and took Joe's hand ...