Page 11 of Love Off Course

I follow her gaze over to Camilo. “No,” I grit out. “Big no. Hell no.”

She laughs. “But he is so handsome.”

“Not even close,” I grumble.

Lies. He’s hot, but he knows it, which makes it all the more annoying. Plus, he’s a dick. Probably knows that too.

“Vengan, amigos,” Alejandro calls out to us, waving us to the bus.

Estefania waggles her brows at me, as though we’re sharing a secret about our mutual crush over some boy. Gross. No. She can have him.

I grab my luggage and hurry over to the bus. Alejandro opens a side compartment and helps us load our things inside. When my things are safely stowed away, I climb onto the bus that reeks of body odor. Yuck. My nostrils flare in disgust as I take a seat right behind the driver’s seat. As much as I don’t want to smell him, I need to be able to ask him pertinent questions. Estefania boards next and her nose crinkles up. She eyes the seat beside me but then shakes her head, opting for the back seat instead. My eyes drift out the window and I watch as Camilo trots over to the hangar and lifts the garage bay. Captain Klein must be the one taxiing the plane, because it slowly makes its way over to the open bay. Once it’s inside, they both exit and close the garage door.

Ugh.

Doris and Dale make their way onto the bus and sit behind me. Then, Damian and Kyle get on next. They choose a seat near Estefania. Alejandro trots up the stairs and hefts himself into the driver’s seat. Captain Klein boards and has a seat across the aisle from Doris and Dale.

“We could leave him,” I offer under my breath.

Captain Klein snorts out a laugh.

Toro bounds onto the bus and barks at me before throwing himself down in the seat across the aisle from me, panting hard.

“Welcome to Tahueca,” Camilo says as he steps onto the bus, greeting everyone. “You’re in the loveliest town of Oaxaca in Mexico. You’re in for a real treat. Soon, you will be guests of the best hotel in town.”

“Only hotel,” Captain Klein says with a chuckle.

“Still the best, Carson,” Camilo argues with the captain.

“Can we go already?” I snap. “I need to call my father.”

The humor fades from Camilo’s face as he sits.

Right next to me.

“Seriously,” I growl. “Of all the places you could sit—oh!”

The bus takes off and I’m thrown back. Camilo laughs at my shock. I want to shove him into the seat with his dumb dog. His arm stretches across the seat behind me as he leans in to look out the window. It’s too hot and sticky here to have him of all people in my space.

“Are you always this angry?” he asks, his minty breath invading me.

“Are you always this obnoxious?”

“Yes,” Carson offers from nearby. The damn dog barks too.

I smirk at Camilo.

“Do you have plans for dinner?” Camilo asks, wiping said smirk right from my face.

“I’d rather starve than eat with you.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.”

“Nope, you’re definitely worse.”

He snorts. “Do you even have any friends because it’s hard imagining you being nice to anyone?”

I scowl at him and then turn away to look out the window. Rude ass. I have friends. Lots of them. Daddy. And David of course. Oh, and my assistant Helen. Daddy’s assistant Mark ismy friend too. David’s son, Garrett, from a previous marriage. Lots of friends.

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