Page 85 of The Billionaire's Teacher

“I guess we’ll see.” Jenna slipped into line at the tiki bar.

I stood beside her. “Looks like they have a breakfast buffet set up over on the right. Do you see it?”

Jenna turned her head. “Now I do. Yum. Fancy coffee, then breakfast buffet. Sound good?”

“Sure.” We inched forward in line. The group in front of us ordered mimosas with giggles that suggested, at least to me, that this wasn’t going to be the first round for them.

“Kinda early.” Jenna whispered.

“Right?”

The woman at the rear of the group scowled over her shoulder at us. “It’s five o’clock somewhere. Besides, we’re on vacation.”

“No offense.” Jenna held up her hands. “Just an observation.”

“Well, keep your observations to yourself.” The woman huffed, reached for her drink, and stormed off behind her group of friends. She clearly filled them in, since the group all turned and shot glares in our direction.

“If looks could kill.” The bartender chuckled and shook his head. “What can I get you ladies?”

“Can I get the biggest iced caramel latte you can make? With coconut milk?” Jenna tucked her hands in her pockets.

“That sounds good, actually. Make it two?”

“Coming right up.” He moved to the giant coffee machine and got to work.

“Should we have left a note?” I wasn’t sure what the group dynamics were. Was it okay to simply disappear? Would they worry? Would they even notice?

“I’ll text Whitney when we sit down to eat. Of all of them, she’s the one most likely to wake next. Although, having a chance to sleep in and not deal with her early-rising son, she might not. But I’m pretty sure she turns her phone off at night.”

“Good enough.” I took one of the tall cups of creamy brown liquid that the bartender set down and started toward the buffet area. “What did you all want to do today? Are you sunbathers? Or swimmers? Or…I don’t know, go-into-town-and-shoppers?”

Jenna scanned the tables, then pointed. “Let’s snag that one over by the omelet station. We’ll figure out the day’s plan eventually.”

Since she’d taken off without waiting for a response, and because I didn’t actually care where we sat, I followed. I put my coffee down in front of one of the chairs, then strolled to the start of the buffet line. I picked up a plate and moved to the first dish.

“Can we return to the conversation about Wes?”

I glanced at Jenna as she stood beside me, frowning at the chafing dish holding grilled fish. “Were we having one?”

“Ugh. You’re perfect for him. He likes to deflect, too.”

I laughed and snagged two sausage links from the dish. “I don’t know what you’re expecting, honestly. You’ve seen the movieSpeed, right?”

“Uh. Maybe?”

My eyebrows lifted. “The age difference is an issue. Sandra Bullock? Speeding bus? Relationships formed during adrenaline fueled experiences don’t last?”

“Oh. I do know that one. I like it. But that last part is wrong. They’re still together in the second movie, right?”

I shook my head. Much to my disappointment as a twenty-something at the time, Keanu Reeves turned down the second film. Of course, after watching it, I could see why. It wasn’t fabulous.

“Oh.” Jenna frowned and stopped in front of the omelet maker. “Can I get just cheese?”

“Sure.” The man dipped eggs from the cylinder beside him and swirled them into a hot pan. “For you?”

I met his questioning look. I hadn’t planned on an omelet, but why not. “Tomato, onion, and spinach?”

He nodded.

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