Lexie felt like she was watching a very bad movie. The director had slowed down the fight scene so that she could see every eyelash, every drop of sweat, every curled lip. She heard Jason’s fist connect with Victor’s jaw, saw the man’s head snap back, saw Jason pounce on top of him and growl, “Stay down.”
Somehow, she saw and heard all of that.
When life rushed forward again, the air was really full of screams and yelling. Luke ran off, followed by Drake. They wrested the satchel from the hands of one of Victor’s goons, and Luke wiped his too-long hair off his forehead.
Lexie stood still, completely unable to move. So much had happened in the last twelve hours that she couldn’t wrap her head around anything. She wanted to disappear on a nice, big boat and sail away from the island until
