EPILOGUE
A gentle breeze stirred Sheridan's hair. Her bikini had long since dried in the tropical warmth, and the sun kissed her golden skin. She stared up at a flawless blue sky, cradled in a comfortable hammock, one hand on her belly. What a lovely honeymoon. Making love, lounging on the beach, enjoying the warmth of a Florida January.
She rolled to her side, her hand by her face, and admired her wedding ring as she drifted to a sleep filled with happy dreams.
A phone rang inside the bedroom; Sheridan's, which was still inside her purse's mysterious depths.
Michael, who had been stripping off wet trunks in favor of dry shorts, dug it out and answered.
“Hey, Danny, guess what?” Sean's voice spoke into the receiver before he could utter a word.
“It's me, Sean,” he replied. “Sheridan…
