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Travis emerges from the bathroom with a towel slung around his hips. “Damn,” I smile. “You look even better in the daylight.
He grins. “Good to know. You look good enough to eat.”
“Speaking of—”
“I already ordered breakfast, or in this case, lunch. Should be here in a few minutes.”
“I need phone, computer and clothes,” I tell him. It’s the way my brain works. I have to be organized.
“Okay,” he nods. “Can we start with coffee?”
“Yes,” I smiled. “But can I use your phone to order some stuff?”
“Why don’t I go out and get it,” he suggests. “You can stay here.”
“I can’t be locked up in this room.”
“You prefer to be dead?”
“That’s not fair,” I reply.
“Life isn’t fair. We’ll eat, you tell me what you want, and I’ll go get it.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t think you’re exactly a fashion expert.”
“You’re right, but do you need to wear fancy, designer clothes? Can’t you just wear jeans or shorts? Do you have to look like you’re going into a courtroom?”
I sigh, knowing he’s right. “Fine. I’ll make you a list. Can you take out money from my card?” I ask.
“No. It will lead right to you. I’ll cover it.”
I wonder how much money the man has. He doesn’t strike me as a wealthy man, but he’s just good at hiding it. “I will pay you back as soon as I’m allowed to be alive again.”
“I’m not worried.”
I go into the bathroom to clean up. The smell of coffee fills the air, drawing me out of the bathroom. “Oh, sweet, sweet java.”
I take a sip, savoring the burst of caffeine as it hits my veins.
"Alright," Travis says, pulling over a small pad from the counter. "Ready to make that list?"
I take another sip of the coffee before passing him my order of clothes and toiletries. I can’t help but feel a great deal of gratitude towards him. He's risking his life for someone he barely knows and I'm still unsure why. But at this point I'm too grateful for his help to question it.
"I also need a laptop and a burner phone." I watch his expression closely to see if he flinches at the idea of me having access to the outside world again, but he simply nods.
“Your wish is my command,” he grins.
“Hey, maybe you can get something else for you to wear. That shirt is tacky. It screams Hawaii tourist.”
He looks down at the ugly Hawaiian shirt, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes. “I thought it added to my charm.”
I laugh, feeling the tension from earlier easing off. "Only if your charm is looking like a goofball."
"Ouch, harsh," he rubs his chest as if I wounded him. "I'll see if I can find something more 'Paige approved'."
He goes over the rules for when he’s gone. I’m not going to leave the room or answer the door. I am supposed to push one of the chairs in front of the door. I decide not to remind him I singlehandedly fought off three attackers.
I kiss him goodbye and then find myself pacing the room. I feel completely cutoff from the world without a phone or laptop. It shouldn’t be that big of an adjustment given the time on the island. But I’m anxious. I want to check my email. I need to call Jeff and ask if the whistleblower has been in contact with him. But what if Jeff is the one that set me up? When I take a case, I know all the players. I know who my opponent is. In this situation, I’m completely lost. I don’t know who to trust.
