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“Don’t give Damian any ideas. I dread what sort of videos he’s already made.”

“I bet there’s an entire compilation series of your ass.”

“Now that’d be a great movie.” I smirk. “Camilo’s Ass, coming to a theater near you.”

“I’d rather watchFrozen 2.” He rolls his eyes.

“Krissy will be in theater sixty-nine watching Camilo’s Ass.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Camilo’s Dick is the sequel,” I tease, winking at him.

“Hopefully it’ll go to IMAX so everyone can see it.”

“Asshole,” I say with a laugh.

“Takes one to know one.”

We both grow silent and I sigh.

“I need to apologize to her.”

“Grand gestures get the girl,” he offers.

“What could be grander than my winning personality?”

“I’ll be praying for you, because with that dumbass attitude, there’s no way you can win the girl.” He shakes his head. “Let’s get out of here. I’m ready to watch this train wreck.”

Chapter 15

Sheridan

He’s an asshole.

Most guys are.

That’s why you love David.

My brain is being logical, but my stupid heart aches. I knew better than screwing around with someone like Camilo. He’s a player. All he wanted was a good fuck and then he was done. Back to being a dick. I’m so pissed at myself for giving in.

“Earth to my bestie,” Damian chirps, waving his hand in my face. “You’re not even listening to me. The ’73 Voyager had yellow shag! Shag carpet from the seventies in all six rooms. It was horrendous! Yachts are supposed to be elegant, not have disco balls and fringe on the sofas!”

I stare at him, feeling numb.

“Wonderful,” I snip. “When are we allowed to go back to our rooms?”

He flinches at my cold brushoff. “Who twisted your panties in a wad?”

“The handsome pilot,” Estefania reveals, her voice sad. “He broke her heart.”

I snarl at her. “He did not break my heart. And thanks for throwing me under the bus.”

“I’m your bestie,” Damian squawks. “How did I not know the sexy Mexi hurt your feelings?”

Rising from my chair, I pin him with a hard look. “You’re not my bestie. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get out of here.”

Ignoring them, I storm out of the restaurant and into the rain. I splash my way back to my room. When I push inside, I find Rosita and Eduardo inside, talking frantically in Spanish. All I can do is stare at the gaping hole in the ceiling and the fact that everything I own is soaked. Lovely. Just freaking lovely.

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