Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah. I mean, no. It’s pointless. I have my job and she has her life. It’ll be like it was with Mamá. I’ll never be home and she’ll be lonely. I know how these things go.”
“Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”
“Asshole.”
He laughs. “Listen, I get it. I do. My story doesn’t differ too much from yours aside from the fact that I’m hotter. But I have to leave my family all the time. It’s the nature of my job. My wife knows what she married into and we make it work. Just because I fly planes for a living doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a family or love or happiness. Same goes for you, CZ. You’re allowed these things.”
“She has David,” I state bitterly.
“She could have you. But that would mean accepting some things you’re not ready to accept. Like the fact that love could happen in one day or three. That it’s not the wildest and craziest thing to happen out there. Sometimes, it just happens because it’s right.”
“I’m not in love with her.” I’m something with her, though.
“Fine. Be stubborn and blind. But at least admit that you could fall in love with her given the time. Am I right?”
I nod. “I guess, though I haven’t ever been in love, so I wouldn’t recognize it even if it smacked me right in the face.”
He sighs and gives me a sad look. “Sometimes it’s less subtle than that. It’s seeing it walk away for you to realize what you had. I just hate watching you make the same mistakes as I did.”
“Okay, Dad,” I bite out.
“All I’m saying is you need to open your eyes and your heart to the possibility that you really, really like Sheridan and that she might be worth changing your dumbass ways for.”
“You make it sound easy.”
“Because it is, CZ.”
“Sheridan isn’t Krissy. She’s…” Bitchier. Frostier. Harder. So much more. More beautiful. More sweet. More sexy. More everything.
“What’s the worst that could happen if you told her how you feel?” he asks. “She’ll tell you it was a fun ride, but Prince David awaits. At least then, you tried.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“It is.”
“You’re fucking impossible, man.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Now if only we could get you to readily admit that to Sherrie. Grand gestures always work in the movies.”
“My life is not a movie,” I grunt.
“Could be…”
“Don’t give Damian any ideas. I dread what sort of videos he’s already made.”
“I bet there’s an entire compilation series of your ass.”
“Now that’d be a great movie.” I smirk. “Camilo’s Ass, coming to a theater near you.”
“I’d rather watch Frozen 2.” He rolls his eyes.
“Krissy will be in theater sixty-nine watching Camilo’s Ass.”
“You’re such a dick.”
“Camilo’s Dick is the sequel,” I tease, winking at him.
“Hopefully it’ll go to IMAX so everyone can see it.”
“Asshole,” I say with a laugh.
“Takes one to know one.”
We both grow silent and I sigh.
“I need to apologize to her.”
“Grand gestures get the girl,” he offers.
“What could be grander than my winning personality?”
“I’ll be praying for you, because with that dumbass attitude, there’s no way you can win the girl.” He shakes his head. “Let’s get out of here. I’m ready to watch this train wreck.”
Chapter 15
Sheridan
He’s an asshole.
Most guys are.
That’s why you love David.
My brain is being logical, but my stupid heart aches. I knew better than screwing around with someone like Camilo. He’s a player. All he wanted was a good fuck and then he was done. Back to being a dick. I’m so pissed at myself for giving in.
“Earth to my bestie,” Damian chirps, waving his hand in my face. “You’re not even listening to me. The ’73 Voyager had yellow shag! Shag carpet from the seventies in all six rooms. It was horrendous! Yachts are supposed to be elegant, not have disco balls and fringe on the sofas!”
I stare at him, feeling numb.
“Wonderful,” I snip. “When are we allowed to go back to our rooms?”
He flinches at my cold brushoff. “Who twisted your panties in a wad?”
“The handsome pilot,” Estefania reveals, her voice sad. “He broke her heart.”
I snarl at her. “He did not break my heart. And thanks for throwing me under the bus.”
“I’m your bestie,” Damian squawks. “How did I not know the sexy Mexi hurt your feelings?”
Rising from my chair, I pin him with a hard look. “You’re not my bestie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get out of here.”
Ignoring them, I storm out of the restaurant and into the rain. I splash my way back to my room. When I push inside, I find Rosita and Eduardo inside, talking frantically in Spanish. All I can do is stare at the gaping hole in the ceiling and the fact that everything I own is soaked. Lovely. Just freaking lovely.
“Thank God for travel insurance,” I bite out. “Can you please show me to my new accommodations?” I give Rosita a frosty smile.