Book Six in the
Run away! Don’t look back! The words pound inside her head…
For the first time in twenty-eight years, Abbie Sinclair is free from the life her parents mapped out for her. Not playing the scavenger
hunt game that her friends invented was a godsend. She chose to pay the penalty and stay two weeks on an island without cell
service or internet. When she discovers the man who once betrayed her love and broke her heart is also on the island, her courage
quickly deserts her.
What goes around…
Sparks fly when Tony and Abbie meet again. He has to wonder if fate has offered her up on a silver platter. She was the rich kid who
crossed the tracks to venture onto the wild side of town. Dating the bad boy motorcycle guy must have really been a thrill. When
things got too hot, she left quick enough and let mommy and daddy clean up her mess.
But neither one of them can know what lengths someone will go to keep them apart—even murder.
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Abbie’s parents would be furious. A laugh that was part fear and part dread bubbled out. She would be lucky if they were only
Her hands began to tremble. She gripped the handles on her white purse just a little tighter, twisting the leather straps back and
When she was eight, they agreed to let her have a puppy, but only on the condition she had to take care of it. One morning she
forgot to let Scooter outside where he stayed in his pen during the day. When she came in from school that afternoon, her parents
informed her that they had taken him to the pound. She’d never asked for another pet.
Abbie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. They were why she was running away. No, not running away. Twenty-eight year old
women did not run away. She rubbed a weary hand across her forehead. She just couldn’t go along with their plan another day for how
she should live her life.
The ocean spray caressed her face like a gentle rain. Calm stole over her. Maybe for the first time in her life she was doing
something right. And if she was totally screwing up everything, well, so be it.
“There’s the island, missy,” the captain of the mid-sized boat pointed out.
She opened her eyes and glanced around. The island came into view with palm trees, their fronds swaying in the light breeze, and
white sandy beaches, just like the pictures in the brochure.
A shiver of trepidation rippled over her. Or maybe it was anticipation. She was free. Only for the next two weeks, but there was no
internet and no phone service. Even if her parents discovered where she was, they wouldn’t be able to call and ask if she was losing
her mind. They couldn’t badger her for leaving the job they’d chosen for her, or the congressman they’d decided she would marry,
complete with the engagement announcement in all the papers.
Abbie had met Richard Benton a few times at her parents’ parties. He was rich, old money, of course. Older than her by fifteen
years. The whole time they’d talked, he bragged about working out. Sure, he had a good build, but as far as she was concerned, that
was all he had going for him. When she’d first met him there’d been something in his eyes that reminded her of her parents. Something
just as cruel, just as controlling.
Abbie couldn’t do it. She’d left her parents a voice mail. Yes, she knew it was the cowards’ way out. So what else was new? She’d
never been able to stand up to them. That was why her life was in the toilet. Maybe over the next two weeks she’d be able to figure out
exactly what she wanted.
The boat slowed, pulling up to the dock. A young man and woman waited to assist. The young man wore shorts and a t-shirt, no
shoes. Their skin tones were a beautiful golden bronze. The young woman wore a flowered sarong, a lei of colorful flowers around her
neck, and a pink tropical flower behind her ear. She wasn’t wearing shoes, either. They both looked young, maybe eighteen.
Welcome to island life.
Abbie realized just how overdressed she was in a white pencil skirt, pale blue silk blouse and a white jacket. At least she’d chosen
white flats rather than heels. The couple on the dock both wore welcoming smiles, and her tenseness began to ease. Who cared how
she was dressed, she was on her first vacation all by herself.
As soon as the boat stopped, the captain grabbed Abbie’s two suitcases and handed them to the man on the dock, then turned to
“Be careful, Missy. The boat will rock a little when you stand.”
He held out his hand. She gathered her satchel of art supplies, her purse, and took his hand. His grip was firm as she stood. He was
right, the boat rocked just a bit. She waited a moment until she got her bearings, then stepped onto the dock. As soon as she was
clear, the young man jumped into the boat and began unloading the supplies that had also come with them.
“Welcome to Waterfall Island,” the young girl said. Her English was perfect but Abbie detected a slight accent. She took the lei from
around her neck and placed it over Abbie’s head. The scent of the flowers wafted up to her. “They smell wonderful and the necklace is
beautiful. Thank you.”
The young girl’s smile broadened. “My grandmother makes them. I’ll take you to your hut.” They each grabbed a suitcase and began
walking up the beach toward the green grass. “I’m called Malia. If you require anything during your stay, please ask any of the staff and
we will assist. That was my twin brother, Paavo. He will bring the supplies to the main house.”
She’d thought they must be related. They looked too much alike. “I’m Abbie.”
She could feel the energy of the island. There was something about this place that spoke to her. As if she was coming home. She
almost laughed at her foolish thoughts. She was just absorbing the calmness of the surf as it gently rolled onto the beach, the scent of
the tropical flowers, the vibrant colors. She glanced once more toward the boat as she stood on the grassy knoll.
Her breath caught in her throat. A man was walking on the beach. He wore only a pair of white shorts. She couldn’t quite make out
his face but he had the body of a man who regularly worked out. She didn’t think he was an islander. A visitor? His skin was tanned, but
not like Malia, different somehow. He turned and started toward them. Abbie’s mouth suddenly went dry.
“That is the owner,” Malia told her. “He is a very good man as well as very handsome. Be careful though, he breaks many hearts.”
“I’m not looking for an island romance,” she told Malia. Not that she would turn one down. It had been a long time since she’d even
been on a date. She’d almost forgotten how it felt to have a man pull her close, lower his lips to hers… She shook away the vision that
clouded her brain. Freedom must be going to her head. Her dates were all duds.
As the man came closer she felt a vague sense of recognition. That was crazy, of course. She didn’t know anyone on the island,
especially the owner. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling. Then it dawned on her who he reminded her of. For just a moment old
memories flooded her mind. The schoolgirl crush, the way he made her feel when he pulled her close, when his lips brushed across
hers. She drew in a shaky breath.
Knowing that fate couldn’t be this cruel didn’t stop her heart from pounding the closer he got, until he stopped in front of her.
“Hello, Abbie. It’s been a long time.”