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“It's different for him, bestie.”
“How come? It was supposed to be just a lie, but something real happened between you two.”
“He’s only enjoying having one steady partner right now because he can’t have several, not with the custody battle going on. Once that’s over and he has custody of Alice, he’ll go back to his womanizing ways—and I won’t be interesting anymore. I know that’s how it is, and I’ve made peace with it. I’ll just enjoy the time we have together, and when it’s over, I’ll move on with my life. And that’s okay.”
Evy made a face that made it clear to me that she didn't believe my words, that in the end I would be fine.
Not even I believed it.
I focused on the clothes again, trying to get those thoughts out of my head.
Which didn't happen.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
CAMILA
On the list of things I’d never imagined doing in my life, getting on a private jet was right near the top.
The aircraft, small compared to a commercial airliner, had more interior space than I expected, with a total of eight reclining and absurdly comfortable seats and, right behind it, a minibar, bathroom and, of course, the cockpit where the pilot, co-pilot and a nice young lady would sit who, from what I understood, worked there only to serve the passengers, something that I found to be completely absurd, since anyone who wanted could get up from their seat and open the damn minibar to get whatever they wanted to drink.
I was observing the interior of the place while, out on the runway, Michael talked to the pilot. I sat down in one of the armchairs, placing my bag beside me. I stayed there for a while, thinking Michael was taking too long to come in. Until his face finally appeared at the entrance of the aircraft.
“Hey, Cami, are you ready for a surprise?”
“You didn't bring Apollo, did you?” I tested. I already liked Apollo, but I think I would still be tense sharing a small space like the jet with him for a few hours of travel.
“No, he stayed with my mother. But I brought someone, anyway.”
Right, that discouraged me a little. It had been wishful thinking on my part to believe that this could be, for Michael, an opportunity for a romantic trip. We were going because of the fake wedding — to do the tasting for the buffet of a party that wouldn’t even happen — and he had decided to take advantage of the trip to spend a few days and get some rest.
Apparently, he also took the opportunity to bring a friend along.
I was a big idiot.
“Come on, Alanis, watch your step,” he said, looking outside.
Alanis? So he had invited alady friend? A woman to go with us?
I felt like I was about to cry when he stepped aside, making way for Alanis to enter.
To my surprise, the blonde woman, short in stature and with straight hair tied in a ponytail, came in wearing a white uniform and, in her arms, she was not carrying a suitcase, but a baby.
The most beautiful baby in the whole world, who smiled hugely as soon as she saw me.
“Oh my God...” I practically screamed. Then I stood up, going to take Alice in my arms. “My love, you came! You're coming with us!”
“The authorization came out this morning,” Michael said. “The Harrises put their foot down and said they would only allow it if her nanny could come along.”
And I was about to have a stupid jealous fit!
Now, however, my crisis was one of pure happiness. I felt that, with Alice with us, the trip would be complete.
I looked at the babysitter, who was watching me like a prison guard worried that the inmates might stage a prison break. What did she think? That I was going to knock Alice over or something?
Still, I was polite and kind to her.
“Nice to meet you, Alanis. I'm Camila. It'll be great to have you with us on this trip.”
