CHAPTER 8
Oh, there would be no next time. Mason couldn’t believe he’d thought coming out here with a woman was a good idea. Of course, five hours ago, everything had been peaches and cream. Bright sun. Hot sand. Beautiful woman.
There weren’t supposed to be any storms.
“What about our cell phones?” he asked, thoughts forming in his mind again. He’d lost himself for a while there. He wasn’t even sure how long, only that he didn’t remember Ivy building a fire or making coffee. He felt like he should be hungry, but he wasn’t. She’d probably fed him, and he didn’t even know it.
“We left them on the yacht,” she said. “Remember? We agreed only to check in with our families once a week.”
“Right,” he said. “But things have changed.” He stood up, ready to wade back into the water and get his
