Page 115 of Just My Type of wrong guy

“What a crappy market, on that, our parents are right, they don’t save a single penny.” I finish the topic when we get to the car. “But tell me, how was it with the girls?”

My question draws a smile so beautiful from Alexandra that it’s almost hard not to beg for a kiss. But the driver starts the car, and she begins to chatter.

***

When we arrive at the airport, Alexandra looks at me, confused. We usually head straight to the private flight departure area, but if there’s one thing our day of observing New York from above showed me, it’s that her list of impossible dreams still deserves to be fulfilled.

Even though Tereza isn’t here anymore.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, why?”

“You’re dressed like you don’t want to be recognized, and second, we usually don’t wander through the commercial flight area.”

“Did you plan something to do tomorrow with the girls?”

“No, why? Want to do something when you’re free?”

“No, I was thinking… if there’s one thing the guys know about me, it’s my style. Maybe we can go somewhere else.” I suggest, shrugging, and a big crease appears on her forehead.

“What do you mean, ‘somewhere else,’ A.J.? Are you crazy?”

“Hurry up.” I surprise her by grabbing her hand, but Alexandra smiles, and I run with her to the departures board.

“Seriously, look over there. If you could go anywhere in the world, and return me to Victor on Friday, of course, or he’ll kill us, where would you go?”

Her wary look shifts to excitement, and a sly smile lights up her face when Alexandra realizes I’m being very serious.

“If I could go anywhere in the world, I’d go to Thailand.” She responds right away. “But, considering our time…” Her eyes scan the board, floating from one destination to the next, and then Alexandra smiles.

A smile from ear to ear, making her eyes sparkle and my heart skip a beat.

“Considering our time...” I encourage her, curious to know what made her so happy.

“You’ll think I’m really cheesy if I tell you I’d go to Disney?” She asks quietly, looking up at me bashfully, and I pull her closer to laugh into her neck without attracting attention from anyone.

“No, I’ll think you’re perfect.” I declare and kiss her forehead.

The next step is to go to the airline’s website and pray that there’s still space on the next flight to Orlando, which is ten minutes to eleven. Then, I’ll notify Hammer that he and the team should meet me at the Orlando airport, not New York.

I’m sure he’ll only not kill me because it’s just a three-hour move for them, and I won’t even land in Orlando until the morning.

“A.J., this is crazy.” Alexandra warns me, even though her eyes tell me she’s daydreaming. “We can go after the tour, you know?”

“After the tour, we already have Thailand.” I dismiss her comment with a wave of my hand, and her jaw drops. “Besides, Disney won’t be all decked out for Christmas in February...” I say casually, and her smile widens even more.

***

Adding the three-hour time difference to the six-hour flight, we land at eight in the morning, but as worried as I am about Alexandra, nothing takes away the silly grin on her face.

A burgundy four-door sedan is waiting for us in the parking lot along with the second car, my security team’s car, and as soon as we get in, I send a message thanking Daniele, who ditched Richard to help me sort out things for this practically last-minute trip.

“Ready to live your dream?”

Alexandra nods, hugging herself like it’s the only thing that can warm her. And maybe it is. November mornings in Florida are cooler, with that damp breeze that gives you chills.

However, it’s not the weather that’s making Alexandra shiver. It’s the expectation.

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