Page 91 of Totally Wrecked
I open my mouth to say something helpful, though what I’d say, I’m not quite sure, when all of a sudden Killian yells.
“PLANE!”
Everyone freezes for a second, then it’s mayhem. Branches and palm fronds are heaped on the fire, it billows up in seconds. Rex, holding Key by the hand, runs down the beach, waving.
I try to help but feel like shit, so just scoot back and close my eyes against the smoke.
“Can you still see it?”
“There it is!”
“It’s moving away.”
“Come back!”
Within a few minutes everyone has stopped shouting and now we are all silent.
“It didn’t see us, did it?” Daisy whispers.
“Doesn’t look that way,” says Gray. “But if we’ve seen one plane, we’ll see more. It’s a good sign.”
That may be so, but a heaviness overtakes the group.
Sometimes a moment of hope is worse than having no hope at all.
Guess I’ll go back to my bed-planning. So how many parrots feathers for a California King?
DAISY
Everyone is bummed about the plane. I had planned on telling Harvey about being Daisy after breakfast, but somehow this doesn’t seem like the right time now.
That’s an excuse, and I know it. I’m just putting it off.
I push myself to my feet. “I’m going to bathe at the pool,” I announce to no one in particular, then taking my shirt from a nearby branch, I head off to dunk myself in the cool water.
Then I’ll finally come clean.
Firstly about the whole twin switch thing, but I also need to have a heart-to-heart with Killian. I still really, really like him. But I feel the same way about Leander. It’s doing my head in—I don’t want to choose between them, or give up either of them. I know it’s selfish, but I feel so strongly connected to both men.
Fiddlesticks!
As soon as I get to the water hole, I strip off all my clothes and wade in. The cool water eases my angst, and I begin to feel a bit ridiculous for worrying about my love life when we were basically fighting for our survival.
I rinsed the sand and sweat out of my hair, then take my underwear and rinse that also. As I sit on the edge of the pool with my eyes closed, swirling my feet around in the water.
Suddenly a warm hand lovingly caresses my arm. It makes me jump and I let out a squeal.
Leander? Or Killian?
“Shhhh.”
A hand comes around and up to my face. This hand is holding my panties.
“That’s the only pair I have,” I giggle, “so be gentle.”
As I laugh the panties are shoved into my mouth, hard.
“But Brooke, you don’t like it gentle,” hisses Harvey. “You want me to punish you, don’t you?”
