The boat glided through the dark waters like a concealed truth. Sienna faced Jack, drenched from the sea spray and charged with adrenaline. The glow of the resort dwindled behind them until the island became merely a recollection—an extravagant and explosive one.
Jack’s jaw was clenched as he navigated the wheel. “We’ve got about two hours before anyone realizes we’re missing.”
Sienna looked at the encrypted wedding invitation in her grasp. “And then what? What’s the strategy, Jason Bourne?”
He managed a strained smile. “Reach the mainland. Find someone I trust. Decode the file. Survive.”
“Perfect. Just three impossible tasks before breakfast,” she murmured.
A heavy silence enveloped them, punctuated solely by the roar of the engine. Eventually, Jack reduced the throttle and steered i
