CHAPTER 4
IT ALL SOUNDED so simple in theory—hop on a plane, travel to Grand Cayman, top up my tan, then dispatch my ex to hell.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t be better waiting a week or two?” Emmy asked. “We could come up with an actual plan.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ve done this plenty of times.”
“But not with the emotional involvement.”
“Or the whole water-issue thing,” Dan chipped in.
I stuffed another pair of shorts in my case and stood up, trying to work the kinks of a sleepless night out of my back. “I’ll stick to the middle part of the island. It’s not all boats and beaches out there.”
“And how will you watch Raul’s yacht from the middle of the island?”
“Uh, binoculars?”
Truthfully? I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“If you wait a week, I could come with you,” Emmy offered. “I’ve g
