“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I didn’t, but can we get back to customs?”
“There’s nothing I can do across the world. You’re on site. Call the customs department or drive over there and figure it out.”
“I can’t. The hotel messed up all the room assignments, so I’m figuring that out. Then, I need to put the rice bags in all the backpacks for the rucking trip tomorrow.”
A hint of satisfaction sweeps through me. “Gee, I wish I could help, but I’m so far away. Too bad you decided to run this trip with a skeleton staff.”
“I’ll let your gloating pass this one time because I need your help.”
“Nate, imagine being an adult and figuring things out for yourself.”
“Imagine wanting to be in charge of everything then not taking charge.”
“Goodbye, Nate!”
“Okay, okay! Carly, wait.” He flips into charming mode. “I’m sorry. I really do need your help, and you’re the best at helping people. And the smartest. And the most organized. And Iloveyour checklists.”
“Your flattery doesn’t work on me. There’s nothing I can do from an ocean away. I suggest you hurry and call customs before they close for the night.”
“Brutal response.” When I don’t say anything back, he relents. “Fine. I’m on it.”
“Goodbye, Nate.”
“Sweet dreams, Carly,” he says just before ending the call.
I fall back onto my pillow, throwing my arms over my face.
My dreams were already a little too sweet.
I blame Taryn for this. She planted supply closet seeds into my head, and my imagination ran wild with it.
Wild, I tell you.
My heart ticks faster just thinking about his hands on my body and his lips tugging against mine.
Here comes the hot flash again.
I fly out of bed, deciding to cool off with a glass of water. I gulp down the liquid in a series of chugs.
Dreams aren’t real life, I tell myself as I look in the bathroom mirror.
In real life, I’d never let Nate touch me like that.
Let alone enjoy it.
Ocean breezes are underrated.
At least in my book.
Something about the salty air, warm temperature, and waves crashing in the distance makes me want to close my eyes and go all Zen whenever an ocean breeze dances across my skin.
Luckily, the hotel lobby in Cabo, where my hospitality desk is located, is open-air, allowing me to feel an occasional ocean breeze. There’s also a pretty impressive view of palm trees and blue water. Look at me, finding the good in my current situation.
