CHAPTER 6
Mason woke sometime in the middle of the night to a sound he wasn’t quite sure about. He’d never actually slept on the island before, always electing to sleep on the yacht. He’d been out to Long Bar Island several times, of course. No one could build a cabin in a single day.
The high-pitched wail started again, and he sat up and looked across the cabin to the other cot. Ivy tossed and turned there, the cot also squeaking with the movement.
His first instinct was to wake her, comfort her. Standing on the beach with her earlier had been…nice. Simple. Sweet. Mason needed more of all three in his life, and he’d gone to bed with a grateful heart that she alone had answered his ad.
“Ivy?” he whispered into the darkness.
She quieted, and her breathing seemed just as even as before.
