The salty island breeze carried an air of stillness. Sienna’s heart continued to race as she turned back toward the resort. Guests were entering, whispering in hushed, gossip-laden tones. Security had discreetly escorted Kaylee away likely sedated and headed for a very costly therapist. Or perhaps a padded room.
Yet, not everyone had departed with the crowd.
From the balcony above the garden, hidden behind a row of shadowy palm trees, a tall figure leaned against the railing, arms crossed, observing.
Sienna sensed it before she saw it a tingling at the back of her neck, that unmistakable feeling of being watched. She looked up.
The man locked eyes with her.
Well-groomed. Tailored suit. Eyes that did not blink.
Jack stepped closer to her side. “Did you see that?”
Sienna nodded slight
