Matt wanted to join him, to lay down beside him and hold him. But first he’d have to unclench his hands from his own armrests, the anger at fucking Cody rolling through him in waves. He could fix this, all right! All it would take was one solid punch to Cody’s face… The plane landed at the airport in St. Thomas. Peter woke up, looked out the window at the blue-green Caribbean, and smiled. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful.” “Just wait till we get to the island.” “This is an island.” “Yeah, but it’s not the island.” From the tarmac, a car whisked them to the water’s edge, where a boat awaited – a small yacht, really, with a lavish luncheon of crab and fruit and champagne laid out for them on the rear deck. “How much is this costing?” Peter had to ask as they watched St. Thomas shrink behind them. “Nothing,”
