Jonathan said as he handed Elle an envelope with her name scrawled across the front. Elle turned the envelope over. So this was it. Now she had to go on the trip … no pretending she didn’t get her tickets. When she realized that Jonathan was watching her, his handsome face confused, she plastered a smile on her lips. “So now you’re the mail boy?” “I once was, you know.” Jonathan shoved over stacks of folders so he could lean his tall, athletic body on the edge of her desk. “To keep me out of trouble during summer break.” He picked up the cheesy snow globe she’d gotten from her Secret Santa and turned it over, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, which was vibrating loudly. Elle opened the envelope with a little sigh and looked at the documents. First-class ticket to Aspen, Colorado, via Denver. A hotel reservation in her name. And, unfortunately, everything was spelled correctly. Behind the tickets and confirmations was a paper with itineraries for everyone who was going.
