My first instinct was still to run. After all, if I managed to make it off the island, no one could tie me to the events that had occurred during my stay on Cupid's Cove. There was only one way off the island though: a yacht that took guests back to the mainland when their stay at Cupid's Cove ended. Unfortunately it was the dead of the night. The ferry only operated during the day. So I did the only thing I could. Macy and I retired back to my suite to discuss next steps.
"I don't know what came over me. Everyone was just so up in my business and then somebody slapped my butt—" I rambled nervously, before Macy cut me off.
"The little s**t slapped your ass?" she asked, a hopeful expression on her face. "BB, that could actually help us."
"No, that was someone else," I said, dismissing he
