Prologue

So here we were, dumped on a tropical island without any clothes or means of communication with the outside world. Our captors probably hoped Noah and I would while away our captivity in bed together.

A tempting prospect.

Too tempting...

It took most of the day to put together a bug-out kit. Once we left this place, we wouldn"t be coming back. Why make it easy for them to scoop us up, pump us full of drugs, and drop us in some other random place?

Whoever they were.

And whatever high tech they used.

You couldn"t turn off your body heat.

All you could do was get lost in a crowd of other people"s body heat.

So let"s go find that crowd.

My body believed that Noah and I couldn"t be torn apart yet again. If one of us was taken, the other would be taken too. We were entangled now.

Acting on our hunger for each other wasn"t a distraction, no matter what our keepers might think. Physical and sexual exhaustion silenced the mind"s otherwise ceaseless chatter.

Noah was good for me.

Being with him was a strength, not a weakness.