36
Nikita leaned on the bow rail of Jared’s massive boat as it eased out of French Harbour.
The town was still damaged, but it was no longer broken and she could feel the ache of each day of the hard work, deep and good in her muscles.
Drake’s arm was warm around her waist. It was just the two of them, leaning against the rail watching the harbor slide away.
Norma had left all of their clothes and gear at baggage claim at the Roatán airport before the cruise ship was finally cleared to continue its voyage. She’d done a fair job of covering how glad she was to have them off her boat.
Jared was now delivering them to the seaside airport for the flight home.
“I’ll miss this place.” The setting sun illuminated the tropical colors of the buildings—pink, pale blue, apricot—they all glowed
