Caitlyn swallowed hard, her throat tight. Biology didn’t matter. She would love Rose’s baby as much as she loved its mother. “I’ll support you no matter what.”
Rose took her hand. “I know.” Where did her strength ofconviction come from? She trusted Caitlyn more than Caitlyn trusted herself.
Caitlyn’s gaze strayed to her left where Kurt now sat on the back bench, covered with a blanket while Oliver wrapped the wound on his arm—finally—and Tessa steered the boat.
Kurt locked eyes with Caitlyn. She ached to go to him, but she wasn’t ready to face the enormity of her feelings.
Embracing him and his love meantgiving up everything she’d worked for. Not just her business or her dream life on Barbados.
One didn’t lightly take a sledgehammer to the last of her defenses.
What if his declaration, his attraction wasn’t real? What if it had been the novelty of seeing her again after so long? Or the adrenaline rush that came with the danger they had been in? Or lust mistaken for more?
She didn’t trust herown feelings any more than his. How could she, when she had no experience with them?
Love was supposed to be beautiful and wondrous and make you happy. So why was looking at Kurt so painful?
Rose squeezed her hand, pulling away her attention. “He’s not like your dad,” she said. “Or mine.”
A little shock hit Caitlyn’s chest, a pebble dropped into smooth water. How did Rose know?
“Dad,” Tessasaid from behind the helm, her voice tight. “We have company.”
Off the port side, several speedboats approached, lights flashing. The St. Isidore Royal Police.
No. Caitlyn’s pulse thundered in her ears. They had almost made it to shore. There was nowhere to run.
She locked eyes with Kurt, reading the same concern that strummed her veins. If these cops worked for the Lamberts, everyone on thesailboat was dead.
