“Come with you?”
I was pretty sure my expression echoed the disbelief in Marsh’s tone. Had I really suggested that? What other choice did I have? I was less comfortable leaving him here than I was taking him with me.
“Yes. I want you to come back to the beach house with me.”
“Now?” Marsh studied me, disbelief still written across his face.
“No, in two hours. Yes, now! What is so hard to understand about that?”
My voice rang against the stone surrounding us, echoing back at me and sounding shrill. I sighed in frustration as I shoved my hands through my hair. This was the strangest situation I had ever found myself in and I didn’t like it one bit.
“All right. I will come with you.” Marsh’s voice was low, like the far-off purr of thunder.
I lowered my hands from my face, heart pounding
