#Chapter61
Westley-02
He held out a hand. /"Keene Storm, nice to meet you. I thought you changed your mind./"
I took it for a handshake. /"Just Clyve. I’m sorry for not informing you that my flight schedule was changed. Thanks, and it’s a pleasure to be here. This is truly a beautiful place./"
/"Glad you like it. You still about to see the rest./"
/"Can’t wait for it, mate./"
He was about to grab my things when I stopped him before he collapsed on my account. /"It’s alright. Just show me the place where I’ll be staying./"
/"Har— Westley is inside your cabin, filling the fridge./"
/"I could really use some. I don’t drink much when I travel. I don’t want to use airline loo./"
/"You’re not American./"
/"My mum is, but Dad was British./"
/"Um, I’m sorry./" He offered me a sad smile.
/"It’s alright. So you own the place?/"
