Hayden walked on bare feet across a light grey wooden bridge. It led to a small thatched-roof beach cabin that stood on four posts above the pale blue Caribbean sea. Dawn was breaking over the horizon behind the cabin and the solar lamps on the bridge formed small golden pools of light. Taking in a deep breath, Hayden felt every bit of her body relax. She was safe here. After everything she and Fenn had survived, they were finally safe. Brant was dead, and the threat to the Lockwood twins was finally gone.
Although…Greyson Andrews, Antonio’s son, had been missing when the police had collected the bodies. Hayden shivered a little. The man might still be out there. It was unsettling, and yet…she sensed that somehow he wasn’t a threat. The moment he’d learned the truth about his father, he h
