CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
What should I do about Chaney?
Weaving his way through Dragon Island, Drake hiked along the path lined with thick ferns and lush trees. Some trails led to secluded crescents of untouched white sand. Others ran into the hilly interior like the one he walked on now.
He forced himself not to glance back at Chaney and Tony, who followed her. Drake didn’t want the cameraman to see him so distracted.
Ever since this morning’s swim, she’d been on his mind. Not surprising given the sweet torture of having her sit on his thigh. He wasn’t sure how he’d survived. And now...
He wanted to touch her entire body the way he’d touched her leg. He missed the taste of her lips and the feel of her hair in his hands. Worse, he wanted more than the physical with her, which was contrary to
