“It’s a private plane. So that doesn’t matter.”
“Still can’t do it. Sorry sis.” He runs a hand over his buzz cut. “I’m doing a favor for Wade. Apparently, some general he knows called in a favor, and since Wade can’t do it. He tapped me for the job.”
“I’ll do it.”
Remy and I both twist to look at Nick, who is grinning broadly.
“That’s unnecessary,” I say quickly and automatically.
I am absolutely going to shut this shit down right now.
Bringing one of my best friends on the trip seems completely natural. Not pathetic at all. Brining my brother? Same.
Dragging along my brother’s best friend when he only gets a few weeks of leave a year seems outright pathetic. Desperate.
“Sounds like fun, though. I love Belize. And I assume there’s gonna be diving. We’re talking about an island, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“You know diving is kind of my thing?” Nick says before I can finish my protestation.
“Perfect.” Remy claps his hands together as it’s problem solved.
“No. Not perfect.” I put my hand over Remy’s and lower them to the table. To Nick I say, “That’s unnecessary.”
This vacation plus Delaney, Tripp, and the baby bump is going to be humiliation enough. I don’t need witnesses there.
Especially when the witnesses are hot and of the Navy SEALs’ variety.
I know what a SEAL looks like in swim trunks.
Would it be nice to have a delectable piece of arm candy with me for the trip? Would it be nice to have Delaney swallow her tongue when she sees Nick pull off his shirt?
Yes, undoubtedly yes.
But is bringing my brother’s best friend with me as a fake boyfriend a bridge of humiliation too far?
Yes. Also, yes.
“You don’t have to do this as a favor to my brother.”
“I wouldn’t be doing it as a favor to your brother. I would do it as a favor to you. After all, we’re friends, right?”
What am I supposed to say to that? “I think of us more as pen pals.”
“Great. We can be pen pals who travel together.”
“That’s not a thing.”
Ignoring me, Nick looks to Remy. “When does she leave for Belize?”
“I’m still sitting here.”
“Monday. I’ll text you the flight information.”
“Again, I’m still sitting here. And why do you know the flight information?”
“Trevor sent it to me.”
