Page 100 of Pleasure Island

I needed to get back to the bungalow.

Coming out here had been an attempt to clear my thoughts, but they kept returning to Liam.

To my father.

To the chaos that had been unleashed on my room while I was in session that afternoon.

It still didn’t make sense.

Maybe what I needed to do was call my father and push him for more details on why he thought I might be in danger. Maybe the two of us could figure this mess out.

With little else offering a solution, I sighed and started back toward the resort.

A low noise came to my ears as I moved forward.

I paused.

I didn’t hear it again.

But as soon as I started walking, I heard that faint noise again…pfft, pfft, pfft…the whispery soft sound of footsteps in the sand. It wasn’t just my feet moving along the beach just then.

I cast a look behind me but saw nothing. Uneasiness crept through me as I stared out into the deepening twilight. Heavy shadows lay across the beach, and I could make out the endless black of the ocean, but beyond that, I saw nothing.

Setting my jaw, I swung my head around and started to move along at a quicker pace.

Again, I heard the echo of a second set of footsteps.

Somebody was following me. I was out here alone on the beach, and I hadn’t told anybody where I was going.

Just a few hours ago, somebody had trashed my bungalow, and now I was out here alone on the beach, still more than a bit tipsy after drinking a bottle of wine.

And somebody was following me.

I started to walk faster. By the time I reached the path that opened up onto the beach, I was running.

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