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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Shay
  5. Brody
  6. Shay
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  55. Epilogue
  56. Enjoy this Preview of Beneath the Wreckage
  57. Enjoy This Book?
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. Also Available from Catherine Cowles
  60. Stay Connected
  61. About Catherine Cowles

His name was the final word on my lips before I slipped under, and nothing but a sea of blackness surrounded me.

46

Brody

The beeping coming from my phone pulled me out of my deep sleep. I groaned as I rolled over, patting the nightstand for the device. My fingers closed around the cool rectangle, and I brought it to my face to see who the hell was interrupting the amazing dream I had been having.

The alert was from our dock cameras. I pulled up the feed, expecting to see our little seal friend using the dock as his own personal sunbathing spot again. Instead, I saw Shay pulling away in the Whaler.

I sat up straight, instantly awake and alert. What the hell? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, hurrying to pull on my jeans and a tee. I tried her cell phone, knowing it was likely a hopeless endeavor. There wasn’t service out on the water.

I jogged downstairs to find Shay’s laptop still open, a cup of coffee in the sink, and a basket of eggs on the kitchen table. Shay never left a space in any sort of disarray. Everything went back to its place immediately after use.

I scanned the kitchen, looking for anything else out of place. My gaze caught on a note by the coffee maker. I crossed to it in four long strides. Plucking it up, I read it quickly and cursed. Why hadn’t she woken me up? I would’ve gone with her.

It had to have been urgent for Shay to have left like she had. But something in my gut wasn’t sitting right. I pulled up my message app and typed out a text.

Me: Hey, Caelyn. Are you opening the store today?

Within seconds, I had a reply.

Caelyn: That I am. We’ll be open at nine. You need something?

Shay would be pissed as hell at me, but I didn’t much care at the moment.

Me: Shay left to pick up a friend at the docks before I woke up. Can you keep an eye out and let me know if you see her?

Caelyn: I’m at the docks now, waiting on our seafood haul for the day. Don’t see her yet. When did she leave?

I glanced at the time on my phone. It had only been ten minutes since she’d left, and it took fifteen to twenty to get to the docks.

Me: She should be there in five to ten.

Caelyn: I’ll be on the lookout. And I’ll be sure to tell her what a worrywart she has for a boyfriend and to go easy on you.