Page 67 of Moros

“That’s out of the question.” I muttered.

I couldn’t even fathom how much a last-minute ticket to Jamaica would cost—and then add food, travel on the island and accommodation.

“It feels like I’m taking one step forward, ten steps back.” I turned to push my face into his neck. “Could you just?—”

I remembered we weren’t alone and sat away from him.

“So, what now?” I asked. “I can’t get on a plane. I don’t even have a job.”

“How about you not worry about it?” Khadri asked. “I got this.”

He leaned in to whisper into my ear.

“You can add it to your tab.”

Shaking my head, I smacked his thigh.

“I’m serious.” I pointed out.

But a look into his eyes told me, so was he.

“This will give me an excuse to see you in a swimsuit.” Khadri whispered to me. “Correction—a bikini, if you will.”

“You can’t mean—” I paused to look around.

Pasha and Tex were watching us intently.

“Um—” Pasha blushed. “It was naughty, wasn’t it? What he said.”

She fanned herself dramatically with her fingers.

“I need you to focus.” Tex told her. “The jet will be ready at Armada Air Field tomorrow at nine at night. It’s going to be about six hours, so you can sleep on board. I’ll have information for accommodations and the like when you board.”

“Wait—wait.” I held up a hand to pause things while closing my eyes for a second. “What just happened?”

Pasha leaned over to brace a palm to my thigh closest to her.

“I guess you’re going bikini shopping,” Pasha said. “I know what he likes—I’ll take you.”

My cheeks flushed.

“You’re just as bad as him!” I pointed to Khadri while looking toward Tex for help.

“Don’t look at me.” He smirked, typing away. “I take every chance I get to see my lady in a bikini. So, I can’t even blame Moros.”

“Tex, you—!” I tried to chastise him.

“Toodles!” Tex waved.

The screen went black.

“Toodles?” Pasha and I chorused.

“If you’re going shopping, do it now.” Khadri stood, pulling out his wallet.

He handed me a black card with gold lettering and shoved his wallet back into his pocket. He also handed me his cell phone.

“Get what you need—including the bikini.” He leaned down to stare into my eyes. “My favourite colour is red and the tinier the better.”

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