Page 119 of Before the Night Falls
Fear raced through her.
Her legs burned from the exertion. Her arms felt heavy, tired.
Maybe she could circle back around to the cabin cruiser. Climb aboard. Take off without Wes.
She searched for the boat’s outline, but the current had taken it beyond reach, leaving her no choice but to keep moving.
Olivia squinted through the stinging spray of seawater. The harbor lights in the distance still looked so far away.
Could she really make it that far?
She had to. She refused to give up.
Wes, a certifiable madman, had already taken too much from her.
She lowered herself into the water again and swam as hard as she could.
Until someone grabbed her wrists.
More panic captured her.
She thrashed, determined to get away.
How had Wes gotten in front of her?
No, no, no!
He pulled her to the surface.
She sputtered, sucking in deep gulps of air as she tried to gain her strength.
Then she fought with everything she had left, knowing every second counted.
“Take it easy,” he said. “It’s just me.”
But . . . Wes’ voice sounded different.
Then the water cleared from her eyes, and she realized it was . . .
“Tyson?”
She blinked. Was she seeing things? Hallucinating?
How had he found her?
He put a finger over his lips, indicating she needed to be quiet.
Relief washed through her.
It was really him. He was really here.
But they weren’t out of trouble yet.
Wes was still out there somewhere.
And she had no idea where.
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