THIRTY-SIX
Fuck. What had he done wrong? Everything had been going so well, and now it was f****d.
"Thanks a lot," Jason snapped at Xan and her contractors as he bolted after Flavia. f**k, but that girl could run. Must be those long legs she'd wrapped around his hips in the helicopter when he'd....fuck. That first time in the helicopter couldn't be their only time together. He'd stake his guitar on it.
"Flavia, wait!" he called, though he couldn't see her in the dark. For a second, he saw her silhouetted in the doorway of his villa before the door slid shut. At least she hadn't run off. Maybe he hadn't f****d everything up completely. Not yet, anyway.
He checked the rest of the house before he knocked on the closed guest room door. "Flavia?" he called softly, pressing his ear to the
