Page 58 of Pervade Montego Bay

“Um…”

He shot me a look of concern. “We were having dinner. No, wait…that was before…” James tried to sit up. “Let me think a second.”

“Do you know what year it is?”

He stared at me, frowning. “You hit me on the head with a sharp object.”

“No!”

He smirked. “It’s less mortifying than being wiped out by a teenager on a jet ski.”

Relief flooded through me. “So…you remember?”Thank God.

“We were at Doctor’s Cave.”

I leaned forward and cupped his cheek. “You were trying to swim after me. Do you remember? I should have stayed by the boat.”

“Yacht,” he said, correcting me. He raised his hands. “See, can’t help myself. I’m a certified—”

“I’m so relieved you’re okay.”

“It was my fault, Emily.” He looked around the room. “How did I get here?”

“The young man who hit you also rescued you. We put you in the boat—I mean yacht—and when we reached the beach an ambulance was waiting to bring you here.”

“What happened to my yacht?”

“A lifeguard told me he’d take care of it until we came back. The boy on the jet ski felt terrible he’d hit you.”

James grimaced. “I’m still going to punch him in the face.”

“He told me he was on holiday.”

James’ brow furrowed. “How long was I out?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“You stayed with me all that time?”

“Of course.”

He took my hand and pressed it to his lips.

“What’s my diagnosis? Concussion?”

“Yes.”

“That it?”

“Yes, and that cut on your head. The doctor wasn’t sure how quickly you’ll recover…”

“Hand me my phone.”

“It’s not charged.” I bit my cheek in frustration. “You can’t be exposed to light and I knew the first thing you’d do was look at it.”

“Does Xavier know what happened?”

“I’m not sure.”