I should be on Island Time right now.They say no man is an island.Well, let me tell you something. I was born for island living.I like to drink, smoke my cigars, and sleep under my favorite hat.That's my idea of a good time.Island living isn't for everyone, especially the guys at OPS.You would think as former military that I would fit right in.But unlike them, I don't take great pleasure in rescuing the girl, taking out baddies, or saving the world.That's not what Island Time is about.All I need is a woman in my bed and a drink in my hand.I just didn't realize what I was getting myself into when I brought this particular woman home.Fista...Whista? Nah, that's not right. I'll remember her name one of these days.Names aren't really important.But her scent...I would go to church if it meant knowing what that amazing smell was.Granted, I'd probably turn to ash the moment I stepped through the doors, but it was a risk I was willing to take.For her.Just as long as I still get my Island Time.A man doesn't change overnight, and there's no way I'm giving up island living for a woman. Not even if she said she doesn't want me anymore.How much longer can I hold out?It's been five days ...And A Wake-Up.