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That’s too much to ask, clearly. She goes right on talking to Trent. “I got you and Maggie into the Couples in Crisis retreat! Yay!” She claps her hands. “Maggie actually sounded hopeful about it. She sure was tight-lipped about what’s going on between you two, but she did say that it means a lot to herthat you’re willing to do this with her. And youarewilling, aren’t you?”
“Yes. A hundred percent,” Trent agrees.
I get the feeling that he’s not just giving his bossy sister the answer she’s fishing for. He really sounds ready to do this retreat thing.
And that says a lot, as far as his relationship with his girl goes.
Trent hates touchy-feely things. He’s like me. We like action, not sitting around hashing out who said what and whose feelings were hurt.
It’s crazy how sometimes the two of us go hours without saying even one word. Once we went on an entire camping trip without talking about much more than what kind of fish were biting.
But the guy has a big heart, and I know he’s bent up about Maggie and ready to do whatever it takes to get her back.
In that respect, he’s a better man than me.
If it was me? I wouldn’t be caught dead at a yoga retreat.
Even if it was to win back a woman, I was head over heels for. Maybe I’ve just never been that head over heels for anyone.
I’ve had crushes, sure.
Heck, I even once had a thing for the woman sitting on my desk right now. I had the hots for Olivia way back in high school, and she sure shut that down really fast.
I moved on and liked other women, and even dated some. But I’ve never met one I’d suffer for like I’m sure Trent’s about to suffer.
Five days in some remote desert, stuck with a bunch of other couples on the rocks?
Shoot me.
Olivia leans back, nearly knocking my travel mug over with her hand. She’s swinging her legs, and the desk creaks under her weight.
“The lady who's running the retreat sounds sweet, in a yoga-teacher kinda way. She was up for my idea of trading articles for retreat spots, so you don’t owe her any money. You owe me, though. Big time.”
She pokes a cherry-red nail her brother’s way.
“I accept gift certificates, cashmere sweaters, or boxes of chocolate. Oh, and she wants me to go to the retreat, too. Like, immerse myself in it. Participate. Which is going to be a challenge since it’s a couples retreat and I’m not seeing anyone.”
I’m barely listening to her.
Instead, my mind’s on Mike. What he’s finding out from management about the M44?
Man, we really have to get a chopper booked for next winter. Soon. The company Trent and I have used since starting up this business together recently went bankrupt.
Of all the things I have to do today, pursuing a new helicopter is the most important.
But I guess my calls will have to wait.
Olivia’s booty’s pinning down the list of aviation leasing companies that I’m working through.
I sigh with frustration and sip the coffee that I managed to save from destruction.
She’s definitely back to her cheerful self now that she’s not so travel-weary anymore. If she was feeling moody, she’d harp on me for sighing like that.
I try again.
I want her to get the point—that I need her to move.
She glances over her shoulder at me. “What, are you going through menopause or something? Having a hot flash? What?”
