Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"I know exactly what you mean and there's no way in hell that's what it is," Jack fired back immediately. "I don't care what she did before she came here, that's not the woman she is now." There was no sound of rationalization in his voice because he wasn't rationalizing anything. He knew Flore, he'd seen her face when she talked about what life had been like when she first stepped off that elevator and onto Twisted Fantasy Island.

And speaking of twisted.

"I talked to Anatoly not long ago. He was shaken, like he'd been spooked. The same spooked look I've seen on a lot of faces around here lately. During that conversation he made me promise to look after Florence." Jack ran a hand through his hair. "I think this is more the island fucking around than a pair of old lovers nipping into the trees for a quickie."