The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 347

There was that same attitude in her voice.

Eaton was just about to lose his temper when Laura shot him a look, light and sharp all at once. “Careful, Eaton. I've got enough on you that you really don’t want to push me right now.”

She snorted quietly, then turned to the housekeeper. “I'm cold. Take me inside.”

Eaton stood there in the courtyard, glaring after Laura as she moved away. His gaze darkened with every step she took. After Travis died, he should have finished Laura off right then and there.

Inside the house, Laura felt like there were two voices fighting in her head.

Franco is with Petty.

Franco has left you.

***

Twelve hours earlier.

The helicopter landed, and Petty finally saw the island up close. It was so stunning, it barely felt real, like something out of a dream.

She was caught off guard by how beautiful it was, but there was also this weird spark of recognition in her chest. She told herself it was probably just because of that other abandoned island she’d visited once.

Thinking of that place reminded her of the photo she’d found in the drawer—Franco standing beside another woman.

She threw off the blanket and sat up. “Seriously? This is the big secret place you wanted to show me?”

“You really do have a thing for islands, don’t you?” Franco stood up, watching her profile as she turned to look out the window. His eyes were darker than usual.

Then she realized something strange—the weather here was so different from Cabinda. There, it was still chilly, but this island felt hot. She was already sweating in her jacket and figured just a T-shirt would be fine.

Where were they, exactly? Besides the fancy house she’d spotted earlier, there were no other buildings, no people. Every blade of grass, every flower, the house itself—it felt like someone had been maintaining it for years, not just on a whim.

Still, no matter how fast she tried to walk, Franco's long legs caught up with her in no time. He pulled her gently into his arms, his eyes searching hers, and there was something urgent, almost desperate, in his voice. “Are you talking about that island from before… the abandoned one?”

The way Franco said it, you’d think he’d been replaying her words in his head ever since she’d spoken.

“Why do you take one little sarcastic comment and turn it over in your head forever? Does everything I say have to be some secret message to you? Though to be fair, you guessed right this time. I was talking about that island.”

She looked him right in the eyes. “But don’t get it twisted. I’m not hung up on your past. There’s just something I really want to ask you.”