He Planned Her Ocean Trip, I Booked a Different One Chapter 04

He Planned Her Ocean Trip, I Booked a Different One Chapter 04

Before I could reply, another message popped up.

[I’ll pick you up at the station.]

I blinked, then typed back.

[Don’t bother. Nina’s coming for me.]

A screenshot appeared in the chat.

It was Nina’s conversation with him.

[Hey Hayes-June’s dragging her whole life to Valcrest today, but my crush just asked me to play tennis. Any chance you could grab her instead?]

I sighed. Remind me why I’m friends with this boy-crazed traitor?

Gavin appeared beside me, holding out a lollipop.

“Here. Don’t be mad. We’re supposed to be having fun.”

I stared at him. “What’s next, a juice box?”

Sully caught up, eyes locking onto my suitcase. “June, your bag is huge. It’s like you’re moving, not vacationing. Must be nice having a boyfriend-you can bring whatever you want.”

I was already sick of her hovering.

“What, my suitcase gets on your nerves too? I carry my own bags. Unlike you-letting someone else’s boyfriend haul yours around all day.”

Sully opened her mouth, closed it. Nothing came out.

“Okay, okay,”

Gavin tugged my arm, trying to smooth things over.

“I found us a beachfront hotel. Luxury oceanfront suite. Breakfast looks solid too.”

I pulled my arm free.

“We broke up. Sharing a room doesn’t exactly make sense.”

He laughed and grabbed my hand. “Broke up? No we didn’t.”

Sully’s face twisted. “Gavin, which hotel are you staying at? Maybe we should book there too.”

He frowned. “Not really. Place is pricey-probably half your paycheck right there. We’ll split up. Meet at the

spots later.”

Sully flushed.

“An oceanfront suite sounds amazing. I’ve never stayed by the beach before.”

She turned to me.

“June, could I come to your hotel to take pictures packed so many cute dresses.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t bother. Just get a room with him and take all the pictures you want.”

I turned and walked. One more second and I’d throw up.

Gavin caught my wrist.

“Don’t say that. Of course I’m rooming with you. I won’t let her come take pictures.”

I gripped my suitcase handle and looked at Sully’s sulking face.

“Oh yeah? She looks like she’s about to cry.”

Gavin’s jaw tightened. “She’s not my girlfriend. Why would I bring her?”

The boarding announcement crackled over the intercom.

Gavin took a breath and held both my hands. “I’m at Gate A. You’re at Gate B. I can’t walk you to your train. Your bag’s big-take the elevator. Eat a real lunch. If nothing looks good, order in. Call me if you need

anything. I can come to your car.”

He pulled me into a hug. “Alright. No more fighting.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

I didn’t check it.

But I knew who it was.

His friends called for him. He let me go.

He patted my shoulder. “Go on. Get to your gate. We’ve got that oceanfront suite waiting. See you soon.

He turned and took Sully’s bag like it was the most natural thing in the world, heading toward Gate A.

Sully glanced back at me. A smile that said everything and nothing.

“Gavin!” She ran to catch up.

Gavin. We won’t be seeing each other.

I tossed the lollipop into the trash.

And dragged my 28-inch suitcase toward my train. Heading to Valcrest.