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“Whatever The ca to fall apart because you’re not here Even Derek thinks it’s the perfect tirinned slowly “Consider it a gift from me to you”

She kissed Coco, who, traitor dog that he was, licked her back as if she was his long lost friend

“Besides, I need some time alone, and your beach house is perfect”

“Really,” he said dryly

“Really,” she repeated

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his mood still off and a frown on his face He was restless, irritable, and a whole lot of other stuff he didn’t want to think about Christ, he didn’t knohat the hell rong with him He only knew that ever since he’d run into Donovan, he felt as if his skin was pulled too tight, like butter spread thin over toast It was unsettling, and he didn’t like it

Jack Siht now he felt as he was drifting…as if he aiting for so

At all

For a fewto happen and etting about everything for a little while

He glanced at his sister Suddenly Belize sounded just about right

Chapter Four

Four days in and Donovan had to ask herself why she’d never visited this part of the world before She’d been pretty much everywhere else, every continent and major city you would want to visit, but Belize, or rather this tiny island just off the coast, was a paradise she’d not expected

She had no cell phone No iPod or iPad for that matter and no computer either Heck, there wasn’t even a television inside the house All she had was a suitcase full of clothes, a copy of Aldus Huxley’s The Doors of Perception (she’d been trying to read it for two years, but whatever) a notebook and pencil, and the first guitar she’d ever bought, a beat up Epiphone with a hole in the pick guard

She could walk the entire island in about an hour and had done so each , the weather idyllic and she’d just

finished snorkeling for the first tientlealow on the other side of the island, had set her up with so island of Aris Caye for supplies