Chapter 174 Caretaker Creampie (1)

• “I specifically requested a private island without staff,” Jenny said into the phone, pacing the polished floor of the seaplane dock. “The brochure said it was fully private. That was the entire point.”
• The booking agent on the other end sounded like she had already had a long day. “Ms. Harlow, I understand your frustration. The storm last week damaged the main villa on Isla Virella. The only comparable property still available this month is Blackfin Cay, and it comes with a year-round caretaker. He lives in a separate cottage on the far side of the island and only handles maintenance and emergencies. You will barely see him if you prefer it that way.”
• Jenny pinched the bridge of her nose. At twenty-six she had already mastered the art of looking composed while everything underneath felt frayed. The broken engagement was still fresh enough that her mother kept sending carefully worded messages about “giving people time to forget.” The island was supposed to be silent and salt air and no one asking her when she planned to start acting like a proper Harlow again.