Tiffany didn’t need to be familiar with the docks on Eagle Bay to know which boat belonged to Hector Jackson because there weren’t that many to choose from. The McCall and Baxter fishing boats both had large charter signs on them. And both were busy loading up with whale watch charters as the big grays were busy migrating north along the Pacific Coast.
There were also a half dozen small fishing skiffs and one big sailboat.
She wished she hadn’t said anything to Devin about her past, but she had. To make matters worse, she hadn’t been able to think of a thing to say on the drive to the marina and had left Devin to fill in the silences. It didn’t take him long to understand. Then he quieted and simply reached out to take her hand in his. He held it as he drove one-handed into and through t
