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“Do we need medical?” He runs his hand down over his beard and looks back at the flames.
“No, I think we’re good. We just want to get off this island. Nothing good has come of any of it.”
He nods blankly, staring out at the water as we watch a boat roar toward us in the moonlight. Waves splash up against the bow as it moves. Zane turns me away and presses me against his chest, sheltering me as best he can from the weather.
“Everybody okay?” Jane hollers. Of course, she’s here. I wonder if she started the whole thing as an excuse to get us all in the same camp. I wouldn’t put it past her.
One of the men hop off the boat and hand us blankets. They aren’t the soft fuzzy kind, rather the blue scratchy sort that make your skin feel like it’s rubbing against sandpaper, but I don’t care. They could be actual sandpaper right now and I’d take it with a smile.
Zane takes the first one and wraps me while Colin and Brad grab water bottles from the men on board, their nude bodies still on display. They don't seem to care as much as I do. They just walk with their dicks on display as though this island were made for them.
Jane is having a field day. I see it in her eyes.
“Did the fire burn away your clothes as well?” she asks, a sly grin on her face.
Brad lets out a long sigh. “We’re ready to go home. We want off the island.”
She’s not as proper looking as she usually is. It’s obvious we’ve woken her up. Her hair is tied loosely back with a clip and her face is starved of make-up. I’m not really a make-up kind of girl, but Jane looks stark without it, maybe because she’s always wearing so much.
“We talked about this earlier,” she says. “You agreed to stay. Why the change in—”
“We don’t owe you an explanation.” Zane’s voice is strong and strung with tension. “We’re leaving.” He takes my hand and leads me toward the waiting boat, but Jane steps out in front of us, her arms crossed over her small chest. She’s not going to let us go easily, I can see it in her eyes.
“There are no flights out for the next week—”
“We’ll stay in Antigua. It’s not a problem,” Zane barks, moving past her. My hand is in his, as Brad and Colin follow. I hadn’t realized before now how much Zane takes charge. He’s much more intense than Colin or Brad.
Zane and Brad climb up into the boat as Colin pushes me up onto the ladder and I climb in the rest of the way, taking Zane’s hand to steady myself in.
The men on the boat look lost at our overtaking of their watercraft. In fact, I’m not sure if this many people are allowed on board. The space is pretty small and where I stand, I only count six seats. Currently, there are eight of us, not including Jane whom I assume doesn’t want to spend the night on a burning hot island.
“We’re ready,” Zane says, his voice low as Colin joins us in the boat. His statement is directed toward Jane who stares back at us with nothing left to say. We’ve made our decision and we’re ready to go home.
She lifts her head into the moonlight and wades back through the water toward the boat. “Have it your way then. I’ll have the men take you back to Antigua first thing in the morning… or… you could finish things with Kemp here and be done with this whole damn thing.”
“Finish things with Kemp?” Colin says, standing from the edge of the boat. “What do you know about Kemp?”
Jane smiles and looks down at the water before gazing up again. “I have cameras everywhere. Do you think you’re hiding a secret?”
Zane pulls me back onto his lap and looks toward the captain of the boat, his tone dark and deep. “Take us to the mainland.”
“I know she’s pregnant,” Jane says, stepping up onto the boat. “I heard everything. If you want to make sure Kemp stays out of your way for good, we can finish this whole thing right now.”
“How’s that?” I ask. “He wants me dead. I don’t think I can finish that on national television.”
“Everything is being recorded,” Jane says. “You thought you were getting away with it. Maybe he’ll believe it too and say something incriminating.”
I look toward the guys cramped in this little boat. “She’s not wrong. If I can get him to talk, he’ll be—”
“No,” Zane barks. “You’re not going back at him. It’s too risky. Besides that, the stress is too much for the baby.”
I twist toward him. “I have seven months left of this pregnancy. Then, I have eighteen years of trying to keep this baby safe. Jane is right, everything is being filmed. I can trap him into—”
“I’m not letting you off this boat, Sara.” Zane’s voice is snarled. “I told you I’d protect you and that’s—”
“It’s not your choice to make, Zane. I need to finish this thing with Kemp or I’ll spend the next eighteen years in fear.”
“We told you we’d never let anything happen to you or the baby,” Colin says, his hand running down over my bare shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about him.”
