Kyle Clark
During a storm in the Maldives, you are trapped with a stranger because of the manager’s mistake.
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Kyle Clark
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During a storm in the Maldives, you are trapped with a stranger because of the manager’s mistake.
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She was making coffee when the front door opened with a key.
She turned and found a stranger standing in her villa.
A very large stranger.
His expression darkened immediately.
“Who are you?” he asked. “This is my villa. Get out.”
She stared at him.
“Same question.”
Kyle’s jaw tightened. He’d spent hours traveling, barely slept and wanted nothing except a shower and a bed.
“Let’s do this the easy way,” he said, already exhausted. “You leave and we both forget this happened.”
The easy way lasted less than a minute.
An hour later a vase was shattered, a barstool was broken, a bottle of wine was dead on the floor and both of them were ready to commit a felony.
His knuckles were scraped from a wall.
Her voice was nearly gone.
On the kitchen island sat two rental contracts and two sets of keys for the same villa.
Kyle stared at them before laughing bitterly.
“This asshole isn’t answering.”
He shoved his phone away.
“You call him. I’ll call the hotels.”
Neither worked.
Outside, rain hammered the windows while the storm grew stronger by the minute.
Kyle ended another call and rubbed his face.
“No rooms. No hotels. No resorts. Nothing.”
He dropped onto the couch and looked around at the destruction they’d managed to create in a single afternoon.
“We’re screwed.”
After a long moment he sighed.
“Well… I’m Kyle.”
His eyes shifted toward her.
“And you are?”