Enchanted (The Accidental Billionaires #4)(12)

How’s Mexico, my ass. I’d raised Owen from the time he was ten years old. I knew when he was playing at avoidance. “Did you tell me that Andrina—” Oh, hell. “That Andie was coming with me to Mexico?” I corrected.

Since my so-called tour guide was currently off checking out the resort amenities, I had a few minutes to talk before I had to worry about Andie overhearing my conversation.

“I did tell you,” Owen answered in a more serious tone. “I just don’t think you were paying much attention at the time.”

My little brother didn’t lie. Maybe he had told me, but he’d probably picked the perfect time to inform me. No doubt when I was working and distracted. And there were a few details he’d completely left out . . .

“I’m pretty sure you forgot to explain that Andie was a female.”

“You knew her when she was younger,” he argued. “You didn’t seem all that upset about her coming along.”

“I thought it was one of your male friends. I didn’t think it was Andrina.”

“She hates that name,” Owen pointed out.

“I know. She made that clear on the flight over,” I said in a clipped voice. “But it’s the only name I’ve ever used for her. It’s a perfectly nice name. I think you knew that I didn’t know her as Andie.”

Everything was suspect when it came to Owen right now. I knew damn well he’d breezed right over all of the details about my traveling companion.

Not that I’d planned on having any kind of company. I’d assumed any guy coming with me to Cancún would be out on the beach chasing bikini-clad females. I’d thought I could just ignore whoever tagged along.

But I sure as hell couldn’t ignore the blonde-haired, blue-eyed hellion Owen had sent with me.

“Does it really matter?” he asked casually.

“We’re in the same room,” I complained as I looked out the big picture window in my bedroom. I had an amazing view of the Caribbean Sea. I had to admit, the water was inviting. My siblings had booked a pretty nice resort, and the suite had a great view of the beach.

“It’s a suite,” Owen pointed out. “It’s not like you’re sleeping together. There should be two bedrooms. If I remember right, that suite is enormous.”

“There are two bedrooms,” I admitted grudgingly. “I’m just not used to anybody invading my space.”

Especially not a female.

“Bullshit!” Owen answered skeptically. “You’re totally used to it. We grew up in a tiny house where nobody had any privacy. You learned to ignore it unless one of us needed something.”

Okay, he had a point. But I wasn’t used to a woman I wasn’t related to sharing my space. And I was damn sure that Andie wasn’t going to make it easy to ignore her.

She made it a point not to be eluded.

Andie wasn’t the type of female you could just block out.

I tried not to remember how riveted I’d been as I’d watched her shapely body bending like a pretzel on the plane while she was doing . . . yoga. Who in the hell does yoga on a flight? Really, I wasn’t sure why she did it at all. It sure as hell didn’t look comfortable, much less relaxing. Nevertheless, I had been momentarily distracted, which was something I didn’t welcome.

The woman was downright beautiful, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking. But she was Owen’s age, for God’s sake.

“She wants me to do stuff with her,” I informed him testily.

“Holy shit, Noah. That’s really a nightmare. I’m so sorry I sent someone fun on this vacation with you,” Owen replied drily.

I ignored the jab. “She has us booked on a private food tour tomorrow,” I told him, disgusted and wanting some kind of commiseration.

If I had to be miserable, he could at least feel sorry for me.

“Sounds like fun,” Owen replied. “That kind of thing is right up Andie’s alley. She loves good food. Maybe she’ll get you to eat something other than a sandwich at your desk.”

“I happen to like sandwiches.” They were convenient, easy. That was probably what I liked most about them.

“Try something different,” he suggested. “And for God’s sake, take some time off.”

“I don’t have much choice,” I informed him stiffly. “I made a bargain with Andie, and I don’t go back on my word.”

“What kind of bargain?” he asked, sounding confused.

“The woman blackmailed me,” I told him. “She told me that if I didn’t take some time off, she’d make sure that Jade and Brooke knew that I worked the whole time. I had to do something.”

Okay, maybe Andie hadn’t exactly said that, but she’d made it perfectly clear that she was going to tell Owen, which was as good as just telling my two sisters. There weren’t many secrets in my family.

My two twin sisters were my Achilles’ heel, one of the few weaknesses I couldn’t control. And Owen knew it.

The little bastard actually started to snicker as he asked, “What’s the deal you made?”

“I work when she works,” I explained. “If this is her job, I assume she’ll be working for the better part of the day. She has to write blog posts, and her articles.”