“Okay,” I say, gulping as I watch her perfect ass walk away from me.
When she’s out of sight, I take a seat against a rock and drag both my hands over my face. I can tell her tonight.
I’m not sure what will come from it, but she told me the truth, so I should give her the same courtesy. That’s the logical thing to do, so why does that realization make me physically ill?
Because I’m afraid of what she might think.
That she might not believe me . . .
I bow my head and squeeze my eyes shut.
It’s Lilly. She’ll believe you.
If anyone will believe you, it’s Lilly.
Just feels so fucking farfetched, even though it’s so goddamn real.
I let out a deep breath, then finish setting up the security camera. When I check it out on my receiver and see it’s working, I walk back to the house for another bottle of water. I’ve been outside for a good deal of time, and even though I’ve been drinking the whole time, I want to make sure I’m never in a position like I was the other day.
When I grow closer, my eye catches movement through the master bedroom window, and I spot Lilly sitting on the bed, her head tilted down . . . reading.
What is she . . .
Is that my notebook?
Fuck!
I run into the house and charge into the room just as she looks up from my notebook. Shit.
“What the hell is this?” she asks.
I walk up to her and rip it out of her hand. “I told you not to fucking read this.”
Her face morphs into shock as she stands in her towel, fresh from the shower. “It was on the bed, I wanted to look at the picture you drew of me.”
“That’s . . . that’s not for your eyes.” I shove it into the nightstand and slam the drawer.
And then she holds up the phone that was in the nightstand as well and says, “And what’s this?”
“Did you actually shower, or are you just in here snooping?”
“I’m wondering why the hell you have a list of people on a piece of paper with some other nonsense, and a phone that you never told me about. What the fuck is this?” she asks, holding her hands out. “You say Theo knows that we’re here, but there’s no rhyme or reason to our days. You say you’re setting up cameras for protection, but are you setting them up just to make sure I don’t get away? Was this all because you saw me with another man? You had his name circled in your little notebook. Like, what the actual fuck, Keller?”
“Do you really think I’d just kidnap you for the hell of it?”
“I don’t even know at this point, Keller. Like . . . what the hell is going on? You tell me you don’t want me, that you don’t want to touch me, but then you need to cuddle with me to feel better. You tell me that I’m with another man, but then you make me come so hard that I actually forget why I’m here. So what is it? Why am I here?”
“Because someone is trying to fucking kill us,” I say, unable to hold it back anymore.
“What?” she asks, startled. “The same person from before the wedding?”
Fuck, not the way I want to have this conversation.
I didn’t ever want to have this conversation. I wanted to protect her from the truth. I don’t want her on this island, worrying that someone is out to get us, but I can’t hide from the truth any longer.
It’s time.
I move over to the dresser and pull out one of my shirts. I toss it at her and say, “Put this on.”
