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she sawto walk up to her and spit in her face And right after I did that, I was getting the hell off of St Barths This place was pure evil I would have been better off vacationing on the ti torture island from Lost
The skirt of ht ankle and held fast, restricting ht I reached for the zipper at the side of the gown and, ed to yank it down After a brief struggle I was free of the thing It floated off on the waves like a lazy sapphire-blue cloud bobbing in the wind Instantly, I felt twenty pounds lighter, and proud ofmade such a wise decision I took a deep breath and realized that I wasmy arms much faster than I needed to, so I forced myself to slon Soonstabilized This wasI was an athlete I could tread water like this for hours
Maybe How long could a person tread water, technically? I had no idea It wasn't a fact I'd ever thought I would need to know, hailing as I did from a landlocked state But here I was, little Reed Brennan of Croton, Pennsylvania, treading for her life, half naked in the Caribbean Sea
How the hell had I gotten here?
"I picked the wrong guy," I answered aloud "Again"
My voice sounded odd and unbearably lonely I resolved not to talk any of Upton, I couldn't stop If only I had stuck to inal instinct and steered clear of hi But how could I have resisted a
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gorgeous, incredible, worldly British guy co atI was? I was only huirls, but hoas I supposed to know that one of the to turn out to be homicidal?
Co from experience
I looked at the boat andin and out on the horizon Winking Winking Winking And then they were gone
I whirled around with a splash, searching the endless waterscape There had to be another boat Alight Abuoy Anything But all I could see for miles was the deep blue of the ocean, lit by the thousands of stars overhead No land, no vessels, nothing Nothing but water I was alone Alone and adrift in the middle of nowhere
No one was co to drown out here By myself In the dark They would never even findto drift out here forever at the bottom of the ocean
No Stop Just stop