I bent to grab my shampoo, and a wave of dizziness passed over me. I cursed and grabbed the side of the shower. Dr. Kipton had warned me that it would take weeks, possibly months for the concussion side effects to subside completely. But I was done with this shit. I wanted my life to go back to normal.

I forced myself to move through my shower routine more slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that could send my equilibrium off-kilter. I took my time getting dressed, and when I headed downstairs, I felt like a new man.

Shay glanced up from the stove. “You look better. How do you feel?”

I rounded the island and wrapped my arms around her, relishing the feel of her body against mine. “Good enough for some rigorous activity.”

She grinned and flipped the sandwich in the pan. “You’ve still got a few weeks before the doctor clears you for that, buddy.”

I groaned. It felt like forever since I’d lost myself in Shay’s body, in the frenetic energy that only she and I shared. “I’m not convinced that the doctor knows what he’s talking about.”

“I think almost ten years of training says he does know what he’s talking about.”

I released her and leaned a hip against the counter. “Fine.”

Shay chuckled, looking up at me through her lashes. “Are you pouting?”

“Maybe.” I was. But I’d earned it.

A console on the counter dinged just as the phone in my pocket did the same. I crossed to the video monitor and intercom Griffin and I had installed after the incident with the body on the dock. We now got alerted to any movement on the structure. Occasionally, there was a false alarm—like when a seal had decided to take a nap there—but it mostly came in pretty handy.

“Who is it?” Shay asked.

“Looks like Parker.”

The sheriff climbed out of the boat and waved at the camera. I pressed the intercom button. “Come on up.”

He nodded and stepped out of the frame.

“I’m going to make him a sandwich, too. I bet he hasn’t eaten.”

I pressed a quick kiss to Shay’s temple. “You make him one of those fancy grilled cheeses, and he’ll never leave.”

She smiled, tipping a sandwich onto a plate and handing it to me. “Then we’ll have the safest house on any of the islands.”

I paused for a moment, taking in her face. “You feel safe here, right?”

Shay hadn’t talked much about finding the body. She’d had a couple of nightmares but hadn’t wanted to discuss them. She brushed her mouth against mine. “I feel safe with you.”

A burn lit deep in my chest. “I’m glad.”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” I called.

Within a few seconds, Parker appeared, striding towards the kitchen. “Something smells amazing.”