Chapter Six
“Hey! Get up!”
The voice broke through Stacey’s sleepy fog. She rolled over and looked in the doorway of her room. At first she thought that she was imagining it.
“Seriously, you’re still in bed? It’s one in the afternoon.”
“Allison?” Stacey asked, her throat as dry as parchment.
“The one and only. You were supposed to send a car to get me from the airport.” Her tone was accusatory as she strolled into Stacey’s bedroom.
“I forgot. I thought you were coming on Friday.”
“It is Friday.”
Stacey propped herself up in bed. How had she lost track of time like that? Although, admittedly, it was easy to do on the island. The last three months that she had been here had been a complete and total blur of long days doing nothing and long nights on the beach.
Allison was looking ar
