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Fuck you then
Fine. He wanted to be left alone? I’d go and find someone else to entertain me.
With that thought in mind, I fastened my wristband, grabbed my sunglasses, earbuds, and the notebook the therapist had given me, and then headed down to the main building.
“Jordan!”
As I entered the lobby, I saw Katlyn waving at me from behind the front desk. I headed over to her, enjoying the way her gaze raked over my shirtless body. First, Theo was looking at me with undisguised jealousy; now, she was looking at me with undisguised lust. As it should be.
“I was going to have this delivered to your room, but since you’re here…” Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and a minute later, the printer whirred to life, spitting out a single sheet of paper. “This is your revised timetable. I have another for your roommate; would you mind taking it for him?”
I already had a revised timetable? Scanning the sheet of paper, I saw that a few of the timings had changed, but it looked to be similar to the original timetable I’d been given. Then I glanced at Theo’s timetable and groaned out loud. Other than a recurring appointment at nine thirty each morning, labelled as “Dr. Ross,” all of his other sessions lined up with mine. Dr. Ross was his individual therapist, and I still had Dr. Weaver, but our group therapy sessions and activity sessions were at the same time with the same therapists. Even worse…the slots that had simply been labelled as “joint therapy” on my original timetable now informed me that I was expected to attend these sessionswith Theo.
Fucking brilliant.
“Thanks, Katlyn.” Leaning across the desk, flexing my muscles, I shot her a bright grin. “I’ll make sure my roommate gets this. Speaking of, do you happen to know where he’s been the past few days?” Lowering my voice, I let my smile drop. “He doesn’t seem like himself, and I’m a little worried about him.”
She bit down on her lip, her gaze darting around her before she gave a tiny shake of her head. “I’m not at liberty to say.”
Well, fuck. Time to pull out the big guns. I eyed her from beneath my lashes as I put on my most pleading expression. “I’d never get you into trouble. I’m just concerned for my friend.”Friend. It made me nauseous to even think of using that word in connection with Theo. “He told me he’d been in the medical wing. I want to make sure I’m doing everything I can to help him. He’s the type of person who refuses to ask for help, even when he needs it.”
I could see her cracking. “All I know is that he was taken to the medical wing when he arrived, and he’s been put under the care of Dr. Ross, who’s one of our psychiatrists and medical doctors. Dr. Ross usually works with guests who have, um, substance abuse problems.”
Substance abuse? What the fuck? No, that couldn’t apply to Theo. We had random drug tests throughout the season, so there was no way that would’ve gone unnoticed. That had to be a coincidence.
“Why was he in the medical wing?”
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.” She gave me a small smile. “You’re a good friend, wanting to look out for him.”
A tiny niggle of guilt prodded at the back of my mind. What if there was really something wrong with him?
No, there couldn’t be.
I pushed the guilt away. “Thanks, Katlyn. I’ll make sure he gets the timetable.” Folding the pieces of paper, I shoved them into my pocket.
Well, that had wasted ten minutes of my time. Now what? Connecting my earbuds to my phone, I decided to head down to the beach. I hadn’t explored much of the island yet, but I’d walked the entire length of this strip of sand three times already.
As soon as I stepped onto the deserted beach, the sea breeze ruffling my hair and the sun warm on my face, I smiled. This was perfection.
After taking a quick selfie with the sea in the background, ready to post when I was back in the real world, I glanced around me. My smile fell from my face.
Because of the way the sea worked—I was no aquatic expert, but I knew it was something to do with tides and the weather—shit got washed up on the shore every now and then. Plastic. The bane of my life. Or the second bane of my life, if I included Theo in the list. As I walked down the beach, I scooped up four broken bottles, an old flip-flop, three straws, a toothbrush, a length of frayed blue fishing rope, and a toy doll missing its head. All made of plastic.
Taking a seat on a flat rock at the far end of the beach, I made a little pile of the debris I’d collected so I could deal with it later and pulled out my notebook.
Who was important in my life? Who had an influence in either a positive or a negative way? I decided to make a list of names to begin with, and then I could come up with reasons later.
PEOPLE IN MY LIFE
Rog Emery (my dad)
Rory Nash (my agent)
Harvey Raines (my manager)
Grant Evans (my team captain)
