Epilogue
“What’s wrong?” Makayla asked, glancing up at her grandfather two days later. “You look like you’ve either just won the lottery or been struck by lightning.”
“That was the Royal Hong Kong Yacht club,” Henry said with a shake of his head. He rubbed his broken arm before he scowled down at the cast. “This damn thing itches and I can’t scratch it.”
Makayla rolled her eyes at his complaining. “What did they say?” she asked.
“They said the Defiance is back in her berth,” Henry grinned.
“What?!” Makayla exclaimed, sitting up from where she had been lounging on the back of Kevin’s boat waiting for Brian to get back from the Consulate. “Are you serious?”
“Yep,” Henry grinned. “Do you feel up to taking a drive?”
Makayla frowned. “I’m not about to learn to drive in this traffic,” she
