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“Then you know that the more you tell me I can’t do this and I shouldn’t go, the more determined I am to go, right?”
Ava laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I just can’t help myself. I want to protect you because I care about you, and Ireallydon’t think you’re going to have a good time.”
I shrugged. “I think I’ll be just fine.”
Ava and Lexi glanced at each other again, their eyes having a whole silent conversation with each other about how I would never survive this. The truth was, I didn’t care. I would survive this, and it would be fine.
I would prove them and Lorenzo wrong.
“Someone’s at the gate,” Ava said and glanced at her phone, where she had access to the cameras at the gate.
“It’s probably Lorenzo. He offered to pick me up and take me to the airport.”
“Probably to make sure that you won’t run away,” Ava said, her voice thick with laughter.
“Or, you know, because he’s nice that way,” I countered.
“Of course,” Ava said, still grinning. “I let him in. I’ll give you a hand with all those bags. How long are you going for?”
“A couple of days,” I said.
Ava raised her eyebrows at all my bags but said nothing. We just lugged them to the entrance hallways so Lorenzo could pack them in the car for me.
“Are you ready to go?” Lorenzo asked when Ava opened the door, and we all said our hellos.
“You bet your ass,” I said.
Lorenzo chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d come this far.” He looked at all the bags I’d packed. “You’re not seriously thinking about taking all of this, are you?”
I frowned, looking at the bags. “Why not?”
“There’s no way in hell you’re carrying all that onto the camping terrain. There won’t be space to put it, anyway, and you can only check about a fifth of that on the flight. I didn’t book us a private jet, we’re flying commercial.”
I stared at Lorenzo. “Are you kidding me?”
“I wish I was.” He looked like he wanted to laugh, too. It was just one big joke to everyone, wasn’t it?
“Which bag is the most important?” he asked.
“They’re all important?”
“What’s in this one?”
“Shoes,” I said.
“We’re leaving it.”
“What?”
“What’s in this one?”
“My makeup!”
“So, this one has clothes?” he asked, tapping my third bag.
“Yeah, but—”
“Good, we’ll take this one.”
