The crystal blue water lapped against the beach, its crest as white as the sand surrounding it. Heaven wanted to run to it, feel the warm water splashing against her legs, and leave footprints in the sand with Dylan.
She pushed back the curtain, then gawked at the knob. Her palm itched to twist it and get her freedom in the sun, but it wouldn’t be the same without him.
When would he get to the villa? He should have let her help him with their luggage.
Footsteps shuffled behind her, followed by a scuff. Layne pulled an ottoman away from a chair, plopping down on the corner of the cushion. The churn of his energy had her heart pounding. If he continued down this destructive path, he would lose everything. They all would. Unless she got to Dylan first.
“I know you want to tell him what ha
