The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(40)

Just the three of us.

“So we go to San Sebastián tomorrow until Thursday,” Christopher tells Eduardo. “We will be back then for four days. It would be great if you could try and find us a job for weekends. I mean, no pressure or anything.”

“Okay.” He listens intently as he walks along. “Can you do waiter?”

“No,” I interrupt. “He’s a terrible waiter.”

Christopher rolls his eyes. “Admitted, I’m not a great waiter.”

The boy smiles.

“And Hayden,” Christopher says.

“Hayz . . .” Eduardo frowns as he tries to say it. “Hayzzz.”

“Call me Hazy. Everyone does at home,” I tell him.

“Lazy Hazy,” Christopher replies. “Sounds about right.”

“Shut up.” I sigh.

“She needs a job, like . . . fishing or something,” Christopher continues.

I giggle. “No fish.”

The boy smiles too. “Call me Eddie.”

“All right, that’s easier.”

We get to a café, and Christopher hands him some money. “Can you go and get two cappuccinos, please, and one hot chocolate.”

Eddie nods and takes the money and walks inside. Christopher smirks as he watches him.

“Are we going to talk about last night?” I ask him.

“Nope,” he replies, his eyes still fixed on Eddie.

“I mean, I had some very good points.”

“That we are not discussing. Drop it.”

“I didn’t even kiss him.”

“Don’t care.”

“Really . . . don’t care even a little bit?”

“Shut up, Grumps.”

I smile. He called me Grumps. I know that I’m forgiven.

Eduardo returns with a tray, and he passes it over. Christopher takes out the hot chocolate and passes it back to him. “For you.”

Eddie’s face falls, and he looks up at Christopher as if he has just given him a sports car.

My heart constricts in my chest . . . oh.

“But I . . . ,” he stammers. “I’ve never . . .”

“Drink it,” Christopher orders. “Be careful, it’s hot.”

We turn and walk back to the hostel, and I’m filled with emotion at the look on Eddie’s face. He’s so proud to be drinking his hot chocolate.

I can’t make eye contact with Christopher, or I may just burst into tears.

I know he’s a player and he’s not the kind of guy that would ever fall for me or vice versa, but maybe there’s more to him underneath the surface than I initially thought.

Maybe he’s the kind of person that could actually help me loosen up.

No . . . he’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.

Forget it.

I watch Christopher watch Eddie as he smiles proudly with his hot chocolate, and my heart somersaults in my chest.

Out of all the things that I’ve done on this trip, or perhaps even ever, being here for Eddie’s first hot chocolate tops the list.



The wheels on the bus go round and round. We are en route to San Sebastián in a tour bus.

“It says here”—Christopher reads from his travel brochure—“that Basque, also known as Euskara, is one of the most fascinating languages in the world, an isolate.”

“What’s an isolate?” I reply as I look out the bus window. This man has an odd thirst for information; he reads everything.

“Meaning it has no relation to any other language in existence.” He raises his eyebrows, impressed. “And while its origins are unknown, most scientists believe that it’s the last preinvasion language in Europe.” He looks over at me. “Hmm . . . fascinating, isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” I look back out the window.

He thinks out loud. “So that means it’s literally spoken prehistory . . .”

I look back over at him.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re odd.”

“You don’t find that interesting?”

“I do.”

“So how am I odd?”

“‘Literally spoken prehistory . . .’” I widen my eyes at him. “What does that even mean?”

He exhales heavily with a subtle shake of his head. “If you don’t know, then I’m not telling you.”

I go back to my dumbass scenery watching. “Can we have french fries for dinner?”

He glances over at me. “And I’m the odd one?”

“I’ve got a hankering.” I picture my delicious meal tonight. “With a hamburger.”

“Yes! Hamburgers,” Basil calls from the seat behind. “I’m down.”

“Did you know that it drops to five degrees Celsius in winter in San Sebastián?” Christopher replies.

More facts.

I cross my arms and snuggle down on his shoulder for a sleep. “I do now.”



There’s a reason people talk about San Sebastián in Spain.

It’s vibrant, colorful, and one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to.

Set on the coast, it has it all. Today we browsed the township, visited the Sacred Heart giant statue of Jesus on Monte Urgull. We went swimming at the beach this afternoon, and now it’s early evening. We are looking for somewhere to have dinner.