“No, I meant…maybe another couple would want to go. You could…sell it. Because it’s for two people. But that’s another option—” She looked at her sister. “Someone could go with you.”
“Who has a week off?” Tori snorted. “No, it’ll be good to and lie in the sun by myself. Figure out where exactly I went wrong with my grand life plan. The only person who could put up with my whining for an entire week would be Logan, anyway.”
He stood a little straighter. He did have a week off. In order to take leave to come to her wedding, he’d had to take an entire week because of the travel across the country.
Technically, he’d have to get permission from his OC to go out of country. “Where is the resort again?”
Tori rolled her neck, and he wanted to cross the room to rub her shoulders. “Miralinda. Nothing but rainforest hikes and white sand beaches. Is it wrong that I still want to go? It was the only part of the wedding that was one-hundred percent my decision.”
“Not wrong at all,” he said gently. “And if you did want company for your misery, I would go with you.”
Three sets of female eyes blinked at him in surprise.
“You would?” Tori straightened up. “You can?”
“Sure. Of course. I have a week of leave. Might as well use it to help you drown your sorrows.”
Caroline jerked her attention back to the phone in her hand. “Okay, the ticket for Stephen McKenzie needs to be transferred to a Logan Dwyer. American.” She looked back at him. “You have a current passport?”
He tried to keep a straight face as he nodded. He’d been in five different countries in the last three months. Of course, he’d only used his passport to enter three of them, but yeah, he had the proper documentation.
