Chapter 8
Kip laughed. “Somebody’s worried about you.”
Neil checked his messages. There were six from Jordan, one from his sister, and one from Neil’s parents. Neil let out a sigh. He realized he’d not thought about Jordan since he’d arrived on the island. Seeing his name was kind of a reality check.
“They’re from a friend back home and my family,” Neil said.
“A friend?”
“Long story,” Neil said, not wanting to go into detail. “I need to get going. Mr. Douglas said dinner was at six, and it’s nearly that now. I need to take a shower.”
“Too bad you’re in a hurry. I could use a hot shower myself.”
Neil smiled. “Now that’s a proposition I wouldn’t mind taking you up on—maybe later.”
Kip waggled his eyebrows, said that maybe he’d take Neil up on that invitation, waved goodbye, and left the room.