“Seriously?” she asked.
“Dead serious.”
“Spain is like my biggest dream. I thought I’d never get the chance to go.”
He softly cupped her face. “You’re going, Britt.”
Excitement flooded through her. She screamed in delight as she jumped into Jack’s arms.
“Spain has the best wine,” Jack said.
“And the most beautiful cathedrals.”
“And the Mediterranean coast is absolute paradise.”
“With the mountains right around the corner! Spain has the most breathtaking scenery ever!”
He smiled widely. “Make sure to bring a camera!”
“Okay,” she said. “You call my boss and tell him I’m taking off.”
“I think he’s okay with it.” He winked at her.
“Great. I’m going to go back to my place and pack.”
“No. Stay here with me.”
“Dude, if we’re going to Spain, I need clothes and makeup and stuff.”
“We’ll buy whatever you need when we get there.”
“Seriously, Jack. I’ll be back in no time.”
“Just bring your phone charger and your passport.”
“I don’t carry my passport. I’ll have to go home and find it.”
“Okay, fine. But I want you back here. No having a fit of responsibility and cancelling on me.”
She shook his hand. “Deal.”
Britt went home and unearthed her passport. She packed her bikini and her flatiron and a couple of sundresses and the matching bra and panty set she’d bought with Jack in mind. Sunscreen, cosmetics, and a pair of high heels she’d never had occasion to wear yet rounded out her bag and she was on her way back to his place.
When she arrived, he had cleaned up the living room and packed some stuff in a very businessman–looking wheeled suitcase, with his guitar case propped against it.
“So is there a chance I could get serenaded in Spain?”
“Better than a chance.”
“Ready?” she asked.
“Perfect,” he replied, indicating her long white sundress and hoop earrings, the picture of bohemian relaxation.
“Great,” she said, linking arms with him. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 12