FORTY-TWO
The next morning, Jason was woken by the intercom, informing him he had a visitor. The calm, recorded voice repeated the message as Jason stumbled to the front door. He cursed back, asking it why it couldn't tell him the name of his visitor. All staff and guests wore wristbands, after all. If he opened the door and found a f*****g frog...
"Jay, you need to come back. The date, remember?" Paige called through the door.
Not a frog. Not a guest or staff, either, and probably not wearing a wristband if she didn't intend to remain on the island.
Time to see if Xan was right about Paige.
Jason palmed open the door. Desire flamed in Paige's eyes as she took in his nakedness. One point to Xan. "Let the girls decide," he said.
Puzzlement creased Paige's forehead. "What?"
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