Daniel’s more scared of his feelings for Richard than being stranded on a tropical island.<br><br>When a business trip goes awry, it leaves Daniel and Richard stranded with more to contend with than just the problem of survival. What’s a man to do when he’s not sure whether to feel more frightened his feelings aren’t reciprocated than the threat of wild animals on the island?<br><br>He might get eaten ... but only if he’s extremely lucky.

Maneater

A smile soon followed but he waited, taking pity on Daniel and giving the man time to catch up. Daniel emerged into the small clearing pushing a branch out of his way, only for it to snap back into his face. A small gasp sent a peculiar coil of sensation throughout Richard’s body as he stared at the unkempt man, red patches on Daniel’s skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. His hair ensnared with Richard couldn’t count how many leaves and twigs, stuck up in every direction. Trying not to smirk, Richard held out a bottle of water. With a hostile stare, Daniel approached with a wariness suggesting he didn’t quite trust Richard not to take it back should he reach for it, or to find the liquid laced with some little-known but effective poison.


“Do you even own a compass?” Daniel asked between sips.


“Great. So we can point north but not pick up a fucking satellite signal.”


Chapter 4