“You’ve going where?” Missy’s mouth dropped, eyes alert. Red hair frizzled and mushroomed around her blotchy face.
“It’s a guys’ weekend. Fishing, eating, drinking a few brew skis.”
“You don’t do fishing—and a remote island?”
“I’ll have my cell, Hun.”
“I’m guessing no service…”
George cracked a Cheshire smile.
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