Page 40 of The Billionaire's Teacher

Sorry, man. That stinks. Positive side? We miss your face.

Does that mean you’ve actually been showing up to things?

Tristan

I show up!

Scott

Tristan, my dude, we love you, but you absolutely do not.

Tristan

Whatever, Scott. Cause you never miss because Beckett is sick.

Guys. Chill. I just wanted to keep you in the loop. Way things are going, I might be home in time to win at poker on Friday.

Cody

Dream on.

Cody added six crying laughing faces after his text.

I chuckled and closed out of the text.

I opened another message to our pilots and tapped out a quick request for a pickup in Grenada. Then realized I didn’t have any idea what our ETA was. I sighed, frowning at the unsent message.

I closed the app without sending. I’d go down and ask Sunny about that later. Much later. I’d gotten the distinct feeling that she’d prefer I not be there breathing her air right now. So, I’d stick to up here. So far on this trip, when I was up here and she decided she wanted me for something, she came to find me.

That would work just fine.

I checked the signal on my phone and once again thanked God for satellite technology, then called my mom.

“Oh, honey. I’m glad you called.”

I chuckled. “Hi, Mom. You know the phone works both ways.”

“I was trying not to be a worrywart.”

I nodded. “Tell The General it’s okay for you to check in on me.”

“I heard that.” The General hollered. He sounded closer when he continued speaking. “And while I appreciate the thought, I don’t think you know what you’re saying. At least not if you’re going to be out sailing around in the Caribbean.”

I winced. “Sorry, sir.”

“Pffft.” I imagined the General waving off my words. He cleared his throat. “I’m just saying, it’s harder for your mother when you’re out of the country.”

“And there’s a hurricane.” Mom chimed in.

I suspected that was the real problem. “Well, then, you’ll be glad to know we’re changing plans. We are, even as we speak, on our way to Grenada.”

“Still in the Caribbean.” Mom’s tone was dry. “Not as helpful as you’d imagine.”

I snickered. “But home to a good airport. And, also, out of the path of the hurricane even if it does manage to come this direction, which is open to interpretation at this point. Most of the models are showing it turning and heading north.”

“Listen to you, all weather-wise.” I heard the smile in Mom’s voice. She let out a breath. “I’m glad you’re being smart. Though I guess I’m sorry you’re cutting your trip short.”

“Thanks. All in all, I have what I came for. It’s not like I can’t come back down and do the southern islands separately another time. Maybe my initial plan was too optimistic.”

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