I turned back toward the dock just as the travel manager approached the group with a tablet in his hand.

“Mr. Harrison, I am afraid we have just received a high-priority alert regarding a total cancellation of your trip,” the manager said.

Caleb removed his sunglasses and frowned.

“That is impossible, because my wife just checked us in a moment ago,” he replied arrogantly.

The manager shook his head and pointed to the screen.

“The primary reservation holder has canceled everything, and the seaplane will not be departing today,” he explained.

He added that rebooking would require an immediate payment of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Margot turned pale as she looked at the pilot, who was already beginning to unload the luggage.

“Caleb, darling, just pay the man so we can get going, because I am sure Lydia is just doing this for attention,” she snapped.

Caleb pulled out his platinum card with a dramatic flourish and handed it over.

The manager swiped it once, then again, before returning it with a sympathetic expression.

“I am sorry, but this card has been declined by the issuing bank,” he said.

Tessa immediately let go of Caleb’s arm and stepped slightly away from him.

“What do you mean it was declined, Caleb, is there a problem with the account?” she asked, her voice losing its sweetness.

Caleb looked around wildly until his eyes landed on me standing by my black SUV with the door already open.