21
Gwen suggested the swim for a reason. When Ian had engaged with Duvine, his hand had started shaking again. Always his right hand. She knew right away Ian was overwhelmed. It was easy to get sucked into Duvine’s madness.
Thankfully, Duvine was somewhat pliable today and believed Gwen’s story. It bought them time, but not much.
Gwen touched the turquoise water with her toe and smiled. It was cool enough to be refreshing but not enough to chill. Perfect. She tossed off her robe and waded in.
“Skinny dipping?” Ian questioned.
Gwen turned to find him still on the shore. “You aren’t a prude, are you?”
“No, but—” He looked back at the building with the wall of windows facing them.
“Duvine won’t even bother to look out the windows, and neither will his minions. Dad is on the other side
