Page 12 of Love Off Course

“Who’s your best friend?” he asks, still invading my space and mind.

“None of your business.”

“You don’t have one.”

“His name is David,” I lie. While I want David and me to carry on being more, I wouldn’t say we’re best friends. I can barely get him to make time to have dinner with me.

“Wrong.”

“What do you mean, wrong? You don’t know me,” I hiss, refusing to look at him.

“I know you’re lying. It’s a hunch.”

“Screw your hunch.”

“I could be your best friend,” he purrs, his knuckle rubbing along my bicep.

I snap my head to look at him. Too close. My heart does a little flutter and it makes me angry. He can be sexy all damn day, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s the most obnoxious man I’ve ever met.

“I’d rather be best friends with Toro.”

Toro barks happily.

Camilo’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

“At least one of us will be having fun,” I sneer. “Hope you don’t get too attached. I’ll be gone the second I can.”

His eyes drop to my lips, making my stomach do a flip. “You’re not going anywhere until Rodrigo is no longer a threat.”

“Newsflash, Camilo,” I snap. “It’s sunny. Not a raincloud in the sky. Maybe you should rethink your career.”

His jaw clenches. “Rodrigo is coming.”

“Kyle!” Damian calls out. “Take a picture of me with the beach behind me. It’s gorgeous.”

Jerking my stare from Camilo, I look out the window. The water sparkles in the freaking sunshine, but the waves are choppy and the wind blows the trees lining the beach. It is beautiful, but it’s wrong. I’m not supposed to be here.

“For the record,” Camilo says softly, “I’m right. It’s not safe to fly.”

I ignore him until he gets up to go sit with Toro.

Good.

It’s better this way.

Alone.

Chapter 4

Camilo

“The. One.”

I roll my eyes and Carson laughs.

“I’m just saying,” he states, amusement shining in his green eyes.

“I tried,” I lie. Not really. Mostly, I tried to rile her up. “She’s not interested in anyone but herself.”

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