Page 192 of Hidden Depths
Storm rested her head lightly against Ward's shoulder for just a moment as they danced.
To the enemy...
It looked like the beginning of a vacation romance.
Only the people aboard Sea Whisper knew the truth.
The real conversation...
The one that would uncover James Sinclair's killer...
Wouldn't begin...
Until everyone else had gone to bed.
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Storm
Grandpa used to tell me...
"Every harbor is the end of one voyage..."
"...and the beginning of another."
Tonight...
I wondered which one Hawaii would be.
The music drifted softly across the upper deck.
The dancing had slowed.
Frank and Rose sat together beneath the stars, sharing the last piece of Willow's chocolate cake.
Hazel and Ivy laughed over one of Ivy's photographs.
Calle leaned comfortably against the rail, watching moonlight dance across the Pacific.
For the first time in days...
Sea Whisper felt peaceful again.
Only the distant lights of Mariner's Crown reminded us that peace could be an illusion.
She still followed.
Always just far enough away to pretend she wasn't.
Ward stood beside the rail, quietly watching the ocean.
The breeze stirred his dark hair.
His hands rested loosely on the polished teak.
He looked peaceful.
But Storm had begun to recognize the difference.
