CHAPTER NINETEEN
Drake stood next to the storm window protecting his office from the driving rain and hurricane-force winds that had battered the island for days. “Butt out, Dad.”
“I just asked what Chaney has been up to,” his father said. “We haven’t seen her much since the storm hit.”
A palm frond blew across the deck and smashed into the house. The weather matched Drake’s mood—stormy.
His feelings for Chaney had only intensified. Not seeing her, talking to her, touching her these past two days was driving him crazy, especially knowing she’d wanted him. “I have no idea what she’s been up to, okay?”
His father raised an eyebrow. “A little touchy, are we?”
Drake grimaced. His dad was playing him. He should have kept his mouth shut, but he allowed his father to see the effect she was
