THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS
Better than walking barefoot if I were going deeper into the island.
I pulled on a light jacket, just in case. Then paused. A hat. “Why not,” I murmured, grabbing one and pulling it on.
If I were doing this, I would be doing it properly. I grabbed a small bag and started packing without overthinking it. An extra t-shirt, and a book when I get bored. Then I headed back down to the kitchen, opening cabinets, grabbing whatever looked easy to carry, fruit, packaged snacks, anything that wouldn’t spoil quickly. Water.Snacks. Anything I might need.
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