CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE
IAN GABRIELLE’S POV
WHEN THE STORM ABATED AT DAYBREAK I WAS IN THE HELICOPTER, FLYING TOWARD THE WATER. The wind hadn’t completely died down, and the pilot struggled to keep the craft righted. I didn’t care. I had to get to the yacht.
There had been no way to reach her last night, or I would have gone. But the wind had been too fierce, too sudden to risk a small speedboat or the helicopter. I hadn’t even been able to reach her by phone to reassure her, as we’d lost service early on in the storm.
I knew the yacht was sound. Nothing, not even a category five hurricane, could capsize a boat that big, equipped to handle rough seas. But for someone not used to the ocean, a storm such as the one last night could be terrifying. I hated that I put
