Page 48 of Last Ticket to Paradise

“I am now if it sets me up to be the next Palarosa sacrifice.”

He scooped up Jean-Claude’s clothes from the floor, resisting an urge to run his hands up her short dress and into her panties. That was not what they were doing here.

After folding the shirts, he unzipped the inside compartment of the suitcase and slid his fingers inside. He pulled out a sheet of paper with Jean-Claude’s itinerary printed on it and shoved it in his pocket.

“Jake.”

“Shh.” He put his finger to his lips as water splashed outside the bungalow. The tide was rising, but it didn’t bring breaking waves with it.

Georgette’s eyes widened as she turned from the bed. She hissed, “What is it?”

His body tense, he took a few creeping steps toward the door.

He jerked his head to the side. A projectile sailed through one of the windows.

Georgette screamed as the Molotov cocktail landed on the floor between them and exploded into flames.

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