Beckett’s POV
The morning sun cuts through the haze over the ocean, casting long silver streaks across the water as I make my way down to the main dining room. I have barely slept, my mind constantly returning to the previous afternoon on the island with Callie.
The dining room is already buzzing with activity. Crew members moving around the edges adjusting light stands, while a few of the earlier rising contestants pick at their breakfast platters. I spotted Murphy sitting alone at a wide horseshoe booth near the windows, nursing a large mug of black coffee while checking his phone.
I grab a plate of fruit and toast from the buffet and walk over to his table.
‘Mind if I join you?’ I ask.
Murphy looks up, his face breaking into a wide, easy grin. ‘Please do. If I have to eat another
