Chapitre 39: Chapter 39: That's a dick move.

Chapter 39: That's a dick move.

Ocean waves crashed. The sound rocked Sloan back to sleep. When he woke a second time, the waves hitting the shore had his eyes popping open and his head clearing. Where the hell was he that he could hear the ocean? He lived in a landlocked state.

Lifting to his elbows, Sloan glanced around the room. To his right was a wall of windows and an open doorway facing a sparkling beach. The ocean glittered clear blue as the sun lit the waters. His eyes swung in the opposite direction. Was he in a bungalow? The bed was all white sheets and blankets with piles of pillows. There was the essential furniture for a high-end hotel in the Bahamas. Wall art was plants and flowers. A spread of fruits and salads and drinks was on a coffee table near the TV.