Page 28 of The Blonde Who Came in from the Cold (The Blonde Identity #2)

Present Day

The Island

Alex

It was the same bungalow. The same curtains. The same storm brewing outside—lightning on water and a hot, wet wind blowing

off the sea. In a way, it felt almost like they’d never left. But in another...

Alex looked at the bed and didn’t even try not to gape. “Is that supposed to be...”

“I think so.”

In Alex’s defense, she’d never seen the female reproductive tract made out of rose petals before. Hopefully she’d never have

to see it again.

King scanned for bugs while Alex took a shower. When she got out, he was already lying on a pallet on the floor. They’d shared

the bed eight years ago, but that was then and this was—

“I’ll take the floor tomorrow night,” she told him, and he nodded, but his face was blank and the night was dark and the silence

hung in the air like the rain. “What?”

“Nothing. I was just thinking... with any luck we’ll be gone by then.”

Alex crawled into bed. “Don’t be silly. When have we ever been lucky?”

In the darkness, with the blowing breeze and coming storm and animals calling through the night, it felt like an excellent

question.