Page 22 of Island Rescuer

“We’re only trying to do what’s best,” Jess said as they walked down toward the private cove. “I understand your refusal to drop off the radar completely, but we’ll all need to be on our toes. Your friends included.”

They followed a path to a fire pit and Knox admired the view framed by palm trees. It was a postcard come to life. Walking on, all four of them toed off their shoes when they reached the path across the dunes that protected the slip of beach.

It was the first time Knox had been out this far. “Yeah,” he admitted. “This is the nicest safe house I’ve worked.”

“I knew it,” Jess gloated. “I have to give him grief,” she explained. “He’s been out here too often, lately. He feels like family.” She turned to Nash, “Don’t you think?”

“Have to agree.” Nash smiled at his wife as she leaned closer. “And not just because she’s speaking for two now.”

The cove wasn’t big at all, just enough for an easy walk through the sand, the foamy edge of the tide rolling over their feet. He kept expecting Jess to pull him aside, to explain why she’d felt the need to come over personally.

But it didn’t happen.

They might as well have been four friends enjoying an evening on the shore. It was weird. Not unpleasant, but weird.

They walked back up to the house, and Jess did listen to Knox’s suggestions about more camera coverage. He was grateful she was on board.

When they were ready to go, she turned to Harper. “I know this is a misery on a few levels. When I picked up your computer and the new phone, Bruce let me into your place.”

Harper wrapped her arms around herself, facing into an evening breeze that was kicking up. “Okay. Thanks.”

“I didn’t think you’d want anyone else poking around.”

Harper’s smile was faint. “No. I’m glad it was you.”

“As for the situation,” Jess continued, “I need you to listen to Knox. You can do whatever you like as long as it’s remote work. The wi-fi here is strong. Remember, Jenna will be monitoring any activity on the phone. So, if there’s someone you’re sexting, you might take a break.”

Harper sputtered. “Not a problem.”

“Good.” Jess leaned in. “Next girls’ night in is at your place. I’m calling it right now.”

“Come on.” Harper tried to laugh it off but he could tell she wasn’t thrilled with the idea.

“Trina’s hosted,” Jess said.

“Because Nina badgered her,” Harper argued with a smile. “No offense, Nash.”

“Hey, she’s my sister. I’m well-aware she can be a… badger.”

Harper sucked in a breath, clearly relieved. “Besides,” she continued, “Trina has an entire Inn to make room for all of us.”

“Your resort is twice the size.”

“With none of the historical charm,” Harper countered. “And it’s not mine.”

Jess rolled her eyes. “Will you listen to her? So humble. You could host us in your suite and we’d be delighted.” She glanced at Knox. “Her place is gorgeous.”

“No surprise there,” he said as neutrally as possible. “Rhett mentioned something about you collecting art and antiques.”

“A few things, sure,” she confessed. “The aunts sucked me into their web.” Another smile flitted over her mouth. “I’ll think about it,” she said to Jess.

“Do that.” Jess folded her into a hug. “This mess will be over before you know it. And we’ll be crashing your place with all the sparkling cider and wine we can handle.”

To Knox’s surprise, Jess hugged him next. “The baby is turning me into a softie,” she complained. “Be nice to my friend.”

He looked over her shoulder to Harper. “You have my word.” When had he ever given less than his best on an assignment?

Jess popped him lightly on the shoulder. “I meant you.”

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