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Adela took in the natty brown-and-white bird as he stared at her while flapping his dirty white underwings.
“Don’t go…”
She didn’t know why, but talking to this damn bird calmed her racing heart. She almost fell off these stupid rocks. What was she thinking in going out here alone?
She glanced in the direction she’d come from and instantly froze. Right on her only path over the rocks, back to the others at the huts, landed one bird after the other.
“Shoo! Go!”
The rich chocolate brown birds didn’t move an inch. The flock of over thirty birds kept a close eye on her as they quacked among themselves.
“Sure! Don’t listen to me. That’s probably best, anyway. I’ll only fuck up your lives, too…”
Did she imagine the first bird that landed closest to her cocking his head as he listened to her having a mental breakdown?
“Do you know what? I’ll not let a few birds or a slippery rock get in my way. I’m Adela Martinez, and my friends can count on me.”
“And she is most definitely not in any way, shape or form, anything like Jorge Martinez,” she said under her breath.
She worked her way up on the rock and sat down six feet from the bird that seemed determined to keep his front-row seat in her train-wreck of a morning.
“Jorge is my dad,” she explained to the bird.
“Maybe you’ve seen him out on the ocean when he sailed away from Hawaii. I hope you took a dump on his new boat.”
She pulled her knees up to her chest.
“You can quack all you want, but you’d say the same if you were me. You know… I think if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t even be sitting here talking to a bird. I wouldn’t have felt like I needed to go out on a limb to save my friends, putting myself in danger, hurting Jack by sneaking off, while I already knew this was a stupid idea to begin with.”
Adela groaned when she studied the clouds above the ocean heading her way.
“Perfect,” she grumbled.
“Just fucking perfect!” she finally shouted as she waved a hand in the air towards the large groupings of white streaks, neatly aligned. In the tropics, these cirrocumulus clouds could indicate a tropical storm, and with her luck today she was dead certain that another tropical storm headed her way, except this time on land…
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jack openedhis eyes and instantly felt in his gut that something wasn’t right. His curvy brunette wasn’t in the hut. He felt the spot next to him and knew she hadn’t been there for a while.
“Reed.”
“Hmm?”
“Wake up.”
Reed turned on his side, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. “What?”
“Where are Zane and Adela?”
“How should I know? I was having a very sexy dream about a hot blonde until you woke me up.”
“Forget it,” Jack grumbled. He jumped down into the sand and checked the beach. Adela was nowhere to be found. His hand shielded his eyes from the sun as he peered around and checked the ocean.
No Adela.
Something felt off. He should have made her open up to him last night when he noticed that she’d been withdrawn after Camilla and Dominic’s return.
“Wait up!” Reed shouted against his back as he headed for the other hut. Maybe Adela had a nightmare and went to Camilla instead of letting him comfort her. He couldn’t fathom where else she would be.
