Page 220 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
June and Roderick departed to go on their honeymoon.
The vendors started the arduous process of taking things down.
And then it was just…pieces.
The scraps of what had been a monumental day—a perfect week, over a year of meticulous planning—strewn across the campground like they were as temporary as party confetti. The cousins were mostly packed up, and Mrs. M was chatting with Roderick’s parents. They were determined to clear up the cabins themselves—to “save me money”—despite the fact I’d hired acompany to do that, and it really wouldn’t.
I didn’t have it in me to fight them on it.
George was silent at my side, leaning into me, his eyes distant.
As distant as they’d been the night I’d made him a picnic and he’d stared at the stars.
Like he was miles away—even though he was right here.
“Do you have a ride?” I asked, heart in my throat.
It wasn’t a question I wanted to ask.
“To the airport?” George clarified, blinking out of his reverie. “Yes.”
“Oh.” I was…disappointed. He could tell, because his tone softened.
“But I already asked Lacey if you could take me.” It was presumptuous of him. Which was totally unlike him. A fact we both knew. “She said yes.”
“Perfect.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he made a soft noise he probably didn’t mean for me to hear. Pleased. That was what that sound was. George was pleased. “When do we need to leave?” I asked.
His lips pursed.
That faraway look was back as he sighed.
“Now?” he sighed.
“Now?” I hadn’t expected that. So soon? “As in…right now. This second,” I clarified.
“Pretty much. Especially if we’re dropping your dad home first.”
“Dad can wait.” That wasn’t something I’d ever thought I’d say. Immediately, I felt selfish. But then I pushed that thought aside. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a detour to the airport.” The last thing I wanted was to stress George out and make him worry about missing his flight home.
Home.
To a place that wasn’t here.
With me.
Because our time was nearly up.
Sucking in a breath, I tried to calm my racing heart. “Grab your backpack?I’ll go get him.”
“What about your tent?” George frowned.
“One of the perks of having money,” I shrugged. “It’ll get taken care of.”
“Okay.” George wavered, before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll go say bye to my mom then?”
“Sounds good,” I agreed, missing him, even though he was right next to me. “I’ll meet you at the car.”
“Okay.”
