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a chair
where he could still see her. They sat staring at each other—her
gaze filled with anger and confusion, his with… pain? Regret,
maybe?
    Whatever it was, it was the look that she
carried with her to her restless dreams.
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    It took a full two minutes for the anger to
settle over her in the morning. For the first sixty seconds, the
morning light cast a soft glow on his features and her heart was
bursting with love for him. Then sadness swept in with the memory
of what she hoped their marriage would be. Then came the
anger—right on the heels of remembering the night before.
    She knew he was watching her through
half-closed eyelids, probably trying to assess her mood. She
scowled at him just to clarify her position on the subject then
stood to stretch out the kinks in her back. These were not the kind
of sleepless nights she’d envisioned.
    The newlyweds were silent as they quickly
readied themselves to go meet the Jamison’s at their yacht.
Veronica hesitated only briefly before shoving the handgun in her
bag. It was a short drive to the marina in Sprat Bay, but she
managed to plaster a smile on her face by the time they
arrived.
    If Rick was as nervous as she, he was doing a
great job hiding it. Veronica watched him chat with Matt Jamison as
the two men poured their wives drinks and wondered what she should
feel. Terrified? Furious? Aroused?
    The man she saw now was the one she married.
Handsome, easy-going… normal. Not at all like the creature who
needed only two bullets to shoot two people in total darkness.
Based on his behavior from the moment he’d heard the helicopter,
she’d lay money on him being a retired operative of some sort. He’d
alluded to as much on their wedding night. The only question in her
mind was—retired from what?
    “I’m so sorry to hear about your mother,”
Alicia Jamison interrupted Veronica’s thoughts.
    “Thank you,” Ronnie replied cautiously,
wishing Rick had let her in on whatever story he’d given their
ride—if for no other reason than to keep it straight.
    “It must be really difficult caring for your
caregiver.”
    “It can be.”
    “Especially when their mind is gone like
that.”
    “It’s not so bad,” Veronica looked at Rick.
His lips twitched ever-so-slightly and she inwardly seethed.
    “Don’t be so stoic. I can’t imagine what I’d
do if my mother had a psychotic break like that. And to think of
you two leaving your honeymoon early... Rick is a good man to
insist you go check on her after that phone call last night.”
    “Well, Rick is no stranger to mental
instability,” Veronica patted the leather seat next to her, and
batted her eyelashes sweetly. “Isn’t that right, honey?”
    “Whatever you say, my lovely wife,” he handed
her an orange juice and kissed her lightly on the lips. The look in
his eyes said he had read hers well enough and found the threat
they contained no more than amusing.
    She resolved to unleash the full measure of
her wrath upon him just as soon as they were alone. Well, possibly
after they were alone and safely on American soil because she had
no idea how they planned to get home at the moment.
    The Jamisons were a nice couple, if not the
most riveting conversationalists. By the time Veronica could see
the port at Tortola, she’d decided to fling herself into the ocean
at the very next mention of a ladies’ tea or yacht gas mileage.
    She was eternally grateful when they arrived
in Road Harbour. Tortola was vibrant and beautiful; Veronica would
have liked to spend some time browsing through the brightly colored
tents that made up the waterfront marketplace. As it was, she bid
the Jamisons farewell and followed her husband to procure a way to
the next island.
    So it went for the rest of the day and the
one after as they hopped from tiny island to tiny island. She’d
lost count of the means of transportation used by the time they
boarded the small plane that would take them to Miami. All