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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN As rays of sunlight streamed into Chaney’s room, an early morning breeze blew through the open windows. The billowy white curtains looked more like sails luffing in the wind than drapes. Lying in bed, she inhaled the salty air and glanced at the time on her cell phone—5:28 a.m. A long day of taping awaited her, but sleeping more wouldn’t be smart. Sleep led to dreams. She didn’t want to dream about Drake again. Thinking about him nonstop was bad enough. She’d thought once she set to work on the island, things would be different. But he was on her mind more than ever. Granted, she spent most of her time with him—during the taping at sunset and then at the delicious alfresco dinner by the pool with the crew and Rhys. Eating, drinking, and laughing while a steel drum ba
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