I get off the floor and hurry after him. Yosh storms down the resort grounds like he’s got somewhere to be yesterday.
We stop in front of my studio.
“Take a shower. Meet me at the front desk in thirty minutes.”
“Easy, Yosh. Focus on your breathing.” I absolutely love how Mister Chamomile Tea is losing control.
His shoulders tense, and I swear the shiver running up his spine makes him a little taller for a second.
“Just be there, Tom.”
And so I am. Ten minutes early, even. I sit on a wooden bench near the front desk, watching the seconds tick by until I see my spicy habanero approaching.
I get to my feet, but Yosh walks straight past me like I’m not even there.
So I follow, tail between my legs.
There aren’t many cars left in the parking lot at this hour. It looks like everyone with a life has already gone home.
We head straight for the one car that shines like heavenly beams at the pearly gates—a neon- green off-road vehicle, looking like an exotic insect.
He surprises me with that one, I was sure he’d be a boring sedan guy. The sticker on the side that readsGremlinsurprises me even more.
Fits him, though. The owner’s a bit like that now.
“Sweet ride,” I say as I slide into the passenger seat.
He gives me a quick smile, but then his face hardens again. The wildfire in his eyes is something I haven’t seen often in my life. Strangely, feeling that energy from him sends my adrenaline spiking.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“We’re getting some fresh air. You need it.”
“I need it?” I study his face. Yeah, he’s about to explode from the inside. I can tell by the way his eyes dart back and forth, sifting through a million thoughts and frustrations.
“You know you can tell me anything, Yosh.” I drop my voice to match his calm-therapist tone just to poke him a little more.
That makes him burst into laughter, shaking his head and looking up at the sky.
“Dear universe, why did you send this one to me?”
I give him a playful shove before the mood turns serious again.
“I want to apologize again, Yosh. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble.”
“Stop. This isn’t your fault. I’m in this feud with one of my coworkers. We’re both running for head of the alternative healing department, so locking you up was nothing more than an act of sabotage. I confronted him a few minutes ago and… well, I lost my temper. I shouldn’t have, because he was already calling security on me.”
I chuckle. Is this the same guy who hands me crystals for calmness and healing?
“Maybe you shouldn’t have skipped that afternoon meditation, Yosh.”
He shoots me a narrowed look. “You’re impossible, McKenna.”
I smirk and leave it there.
The paved road turns into a rough dirt path full of potholes, but Yosh maneuvers around them without losing speed. He drives like a badass biker, and it completely fucks with my head how many sides he’s got when he’s not busy being perfect and zen.
A few minutes later, we pull into a circular parking lot, and right in front of us, Playa Tortuga is glowing in the golden sunlight.
