Her tummy was rumbling but she ignored it. Breakfast could wait. She was only on the island for one more evening, then she would go and the movie crews would follow. That was unacceptable. Either Kyle was coming with her or she was going to stay. Now she had to convince Kyle of that. She showered quickly, not wanting to waste time but wanting to smell good for Kyle. She added a hint of perfume and a bit of foundation. Normally on location she couldn’t be bothered, but this was an exception. She spritzed perfume between her breasts and buttoned four buttons on the shirt she put on over it. She wished she’d brought a skirt, but at least she had one pair of tight jeans. And if he wants them off, they’ll come off. I’m going for it. I may not succeed, but I’m not going to go home feeling I made anything but my best effort. She walked downstairs. There was a tall, handsome strange man in the kitchen, making a phone call. Presumably that was Roger. She was surprised to see a semiautomatic pistol in a holster at his hip.
