Page 62 of Love Off Course

“I need to shower and pack,” I tell her.

“I know. Me too.”

“Maybe…” I trail off. I don’t know what I want to say. “Maybe we can do this again some time.”

Her brows dip. “Some time. Hmm.”

“I…”

“Some time isn’t enough.”

“You deserve better than him,” I murmur, stealing a quick kiss.

“Do I? It’s not like I can have better.”

My jaw clenches. “Sheridan…”

“Goodbye, Camilo.”

The last kiss we share feels just like that. A goodbye. It’s a great kiss, but it sucks. I hate the finality in it. I wish I had the answers. Unfortunately, I don’t.

Chapter 19

Sheridan

Ilook like Sheridan Reid.

Hair straightened to perfection. Makeup applied flawlessly. My navy-blue Black Halo Jackie sheath dress fits like a glove. I notice a piece of lint on my Gianvito Rossi suede nude slingback pumps and frown, wondering how it got there.

I wore my ruined tennis shoes to the small airport and threw them into the trash can before fishing my pumps out of my bag. I was just certain I’d made sure they were clean.

Anxiety begins to creep in.

Everything feels unsettled and unsure. It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with. As a result, a tiny piece of lint is going to be the death of me. With a frustrated huff, I swat it off my shoe. Damian laughs loudly—literally snorts and cackles—as Doris says something to him. They’re sitting side by side chatting about God only knows what. Estefania is cozied up with Kyle, the both of them whispering sweet nothings to each other. A spike of jealousy shoots through me. I wish I were saying a proper goodbye to Camilo.

We had our goodbye when the sun came up and that was that.

Alejandro took them out to the airstrip so they could start getting the plane ready and then he came back to fetch us. I haven’t seen Camilo since he kissed me. They were already in the cockpit when we boarded the plane.

I hate it.

I hate that my reality is crashing so hard down on me.

“Need a drink?” Lawton asks, donning his professional skywear suit rather than the strange outfits he borrowed from Damian while at Hotel Zaragoza.

“Please,” I mutter.

“Tequila?”

I thought I was a Hennessy girl. Turns out, I’m turning into a tequila girl.

“That would be fantastic.”

Lawton smiles and scurries off. I should put my AirPods in and sleep since I didn’t get any last night, but I can’t. I’m trying to live in these last few moments because once we land, everything changes.

Or, worse yet, everything remains the same.

I thought I loved every aspect of my life.

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