I knew that walk. I took a step forward, and he took another step back. Again. Again. I stomped my foot. I’d had it with every man on this island. His raspy chuckle in response sent chills everywhere. “Why are you here?” I called out, my voice carrying in the empty air. “Why are you doing this?” “Come here, baby,” he responded, his voice predatorial. He turned and started to run. And I chased him.
