Chapter Twelve
Diego
A few days later
I drained my coffee and leaned back in my chair at the table in the resort’s kitchen. “Damn, that is some good coffee.”
Elias chuckled from where he sat across from me at the table. He’d shown up this morning to have a staff-only brunch with us with coffees for everyone from Cammi. She even packed them in an insulated container so they were still warm when he got here.
“Yeah, dude, you can never break up with her,” Tucker commented from beside me.
“Definitely not. Needs to be a group vote,” Gabriel added.
“I’m not going to break up with her,” Elias said. “But that’s not because her coffee is amazing.”
“We know you’re whipped, no need to remind us,” Gabriel replied, sounding the slightest bit irritated about this, likely because he didn’t get en
