Chapter 65
Moving in
Gray arrived home with Cam, hoping to find no sign of Shelley, but the moment he opened the door, his heart sank.
Her stuff was everywhere! Clothes neatly folded, books stacked on the table, toiletries scattered in the bathroom and kitchen.
Even dive gear was by the door. She'd invaded every corner of his tiny studio.
He ran a hand through his hair, sinking onto the couch, utterly defeated.
How did she find this place, and who let her in?
Just then, Cam knocked on the doorframe and took in the scene. Gray's head snapped up, and he flailed his arms toward the room. "What am I supposed to do with this?"
Cam stepped inside, letting out a low whistle. "Dude, is this Shelley's stuff?"
"Of course it is!" Gray gestured wildly again. "But how? She'd been on the island for only a few hours? How did she get in, unpack, ugh, she's everywhere!"
Cam rubbed his chin, looking around. "She's a fast mover, I'll give her that. But if all her stuff's here, where is she?"
Gray groaned. "Probably at the Square. I was hoping she'd have gone to a hotel."
"Okay then, we head back and meet up with everyone. Don't worry, Gray, we'll figure this out." Cam was much surer about the figuring out than Gray was, but he would just have to trust him.
They headed for the door, and Gray felt the pit in his stomach grow. What is your game, Shelley?