BRYCE, HOWEVER, WAS suffering from selective listening. For him, it was simple: He can’t guarantee Belle’s safety. Therefore, he must, at the very least, mitigate her isolation.
If we could move closer to civilisation, she would be better off.
His brain cleared a little. He glanced at the time and saw that he’d been gone for nearly four hours.
‘I better go; she’s waiting for me.’
‘I’d love to meet her one day.’
‘I’ll bring her around.’
With that, he bade her good-bye.
He found Belle watching a reality show on TV when he returned to the villa. She was cackling her head off.
‘Hi darling, come watch this with me, it’s so funny.’
‘What is it?’
‘A show called ‘Jersey Shore’. It’s hilarious.’
He endured half an hour of it. It was the banalest show he had ever seen his entire life. It
