Page 32 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“Sounds like so much fun,” I say. “I am so excited that I get to come. I can’t believe this has never crossed my mind,” I add.
“This is why it is important to stick by the influencers. We always know the best places to be.”
I smile at her enthusiasm, knowing that she’s always up for an adventure. “It sounds like an amazing experience.”
Just then, we hear the sound of dragging. It’s Olivia, carrying her suitcases and bags. She looks tired and a bit disheveled, but still beautiful as ever. Her hair is up in a bun, and she is in a matching pair of pink sweats.
“Hey, guys,” she says, with a slight smile on her face. “I’m sorry for interrupting your breakfast, but I have some news.”
Amber and I look at her, curious to know what she has to say. “What news, Liv?” I ask.
“I’ve decided to fly back today,” Olivia says, her voice low. “I need to see Tracy. I want to see her again.”
“Who is Tracy?” Amber asks curiosity in her eyes.
“The receptionist in Turks and Caicos. I have been talking to her and she is off for two days so I thought I would fly out and meet her.”
I sat up straight, digesting the news just gave us. “Right now?” I ask.
She nods.
“Do you mind?” she asked me. “I checked flights, and the local airline is going every two hours.”
“Of course not. We fly back the day after tomorrow. We will have to stop at least once and refuel between here and Bozeman, Montana anyways. Might as well break the trip up a little more and stop twice.
“You’d do that?”
Her question makes my heart soften. “Of course, Liv. I have some time to figure out the route. We will fuel up, pick you up and keep going.”
“Thank you,” she shrieks, jumping before wrapping her hand around my neck.
‘You’re welcome.”
Amber watches the entire thing with amusement on her face.
“You are ok flying without the best flight attendant? I can stay if it inconveniences you,” Olivia asks.
“Uh-huh. I can fly alone. It would not be the first time. It is just one short leg and Amber will be there. Now go and have fun with Tracy. Text me when you get there.”
She rolls her eyes, kisses my cheek, and then grabs a piece of bacon from my plate. “Yes, grumpy.”
I chuckle at her retreating form then turn to face Amber.
“Grumpy?” She raises her brow.
“Don’t even. That’s just Livie being Livie. I am not grumpy.”
“Well,” Amber smiles at me. “I know that now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, remember the way you almost tore my head off for the drink thing.”
I cringe at the memory. “Did I ever apologize for that?”
“Yes, you did.”
“I am sorry, again.”
