Page 55 of Take Me Back
Slicking the hair out of my face, I back up in the shower to get a better view into the bedroom.
With another swipe to clear the bubbles from my skin, I crane my head to the side, blinking several times to flush the soap from my eyes.
Nothing is out of place ... except my towel is gone.
My heart kicks up again.
“What the hell?” My voice shakes as my gaze cuts to the floor.
Jesus, I’m an idiot.
My towel lies puddled on the tile.
I’m hearing things. Tripping myself out. There’s no one here but me.
With a deep breath, I reach for my small bottle of conditioner and load my hair up before reaching for my razor to shave all the important areas. I’m midway through the second leg when I hear a creak.
It’s just the bungalow. It’s on stilts. In the water. It’s going to make noises.
I’m not usually this paranoid, but something has me on edge.Maybe it’s the fact I escaped a freaking shark attack.Fair enough.
I hurry through the rest of my shaving routine, eager to be out of the shower and get myself fixed up before Dane returns.
Did I bring any sexy lingerie?The question enters my head as I rinse the conditioner from my hair and quickly wash my face.
I’m about to give up and admit I didn’t, but I remember the one sheer negligee I shoved in with my bras and underwear at the last minute.
Win.
I rinse and shut the water off before opening the door and reaching to the floor to pick up my fallen towel.
Except it’s not there.
Goose bumps that have nothing to do with being cold rise on my skin.
The towel was just there. I heard it fall. I saw it on the floor.
And now it’sgone.
“Looking for this?”
Vander steps into view of the bathroom doorway, my towel dangling from his index finger.
Chapter 24
Dane
There’s no such thing as fast food in Belize. I know this from the last time I was here, and it’s a fact that hasn’t changed, especially when you’re on a small private island.
With our orders handed off to the kitchen, I wait, a beer in hand.
Andreas let me know that two more couples will be arriving tomorrow, and the island will be at one-third of its capacity.
Although I couldn’t care less about having more people on the island, it will probably make Kat feel better if she’s not constantly faced with the threat of running into only Anya and Vander at every turn.
“Looks like you and I are on the same mission—retrieve food and bring it back to the room.”
Anya’s voice cuts through the reggae music in the restaurant as though I summoned her with my thoughts.
