Chapter 7A new beginning had fallen to them, any past recriminations—even those of the very recent past—having to take a back seat to a new reality. A fierce gust of wind rapped at the windows, rattling those that directly faced the ocean. Noah could see a patio beyond the inside of the bungalow, and after that a pathway that led down to a private beach. No wonder these small houses were among the priciest at Hatcher’s Resort; they afforded guests a high level of security, of privacy.
Except not this time.
Ginette Hatcher had yet to emerge from the bathroom. He assumed she was putting herself back together. Parker had departed, slipping his suit jacket over a still unbuttoned shirt as he did so, giving Noah a withering look but saying not a word. What words were left? He’d been caught wi
