A huge grin spread over Baba’s face. “You got that for me?” She slid back into her seat as though her legs had forgotten how to hold her upright.
“Well, it would look pretty funny on Chudo-Yudo,” Liam said. He slipped it onto her finger and leaned across the table to kiss her deeply, barely noticing the thunderous applause from everyone in the diner.
EPILOGUE
My Dearest Barbara, I hope this finds you well. Thank you for sending me the picture from your wedding. You all look so happy and attractive (especially that sheriff of yours . . . I don’t suppose he has a brother). Your dress was lovely, although I’m not sure about the choice of the spiked leather boots to go with it.
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to attend as planned, but I seem to have a small problem brewing out here by the coastal waters. Okay, maybe not so small; it’s a little too soon to tell. I called in the Riders for help, but only Sun and Knight showed up. Do you by any chance know where Day is? He appears to have gone missing.
I’m sure it is nothing.
Congratulations again on your new life.
Much affection, Your sister Baba, Beka
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COMING IN DECEMBER 2014 FROM BERKLEY SENSATION!
MARCUS DERMOTT WATCHED the sunrise from the windswept deck of his father’s fishing boat and wondered if the sea had changed, or if it was him. When he was a boy, growing up on this very boat, the sight of the water being painted with light could make his heart sing, no matter how troubled the rest of his life was. But all he felt now was numb. Numb, and a little bit cranky. The ocean might be beautiful, but it was the last place he wanted to be.
He’d planned to spend his life in the Marines, far away from the restless sea and the memories that came with it. He’d sure as hell never planned to come back to this damned boat. Or to his father. Especially to his father. But as the Master Sergeant who’d trained him liked to say, “Life is what happens while you are making other plans.”
Turns out that twelve years in the Corps was all he had in him. Three tours in Afghanistan had sucked him as dry as the desert sands, and as much as he missed the action, and the close bond with the other men in his unit, his head just wasn’t in the game anymore. He’d been around long enough to know that if you didn’t get out when that happened, you were dangerous to yourself and to everyone around you.
So he’d finished out his time, packed his kit bag, and headed home. One of the guys who’d gotten out a year before him had invited Marcus to come help out with the extreme adventure vacation company he’d started, and that seemed like as good an idea as any in the post-exit blur Marcus had been in. But life had had other plans there too, apparently.
“Are you going to stand there daydreaming all day, boy?” a low-pitched voice snarled in his ear. Even the musical Irish lilt couldn’t make his father sound like anything other than a bear with a sore paw. “We finally start catchin’ some fish after pullin’ up empty nets day after day, and you can’t bestir yourself to lend a hand? I thought you came back here to help me, not to stare at the sea like you’ve never seen it before. It’s the same ocean it always was—waves and salt and finally, dammit, some fish. So move your ass and check the lines, will ya?”
Marcus sighed. He and his father had never gotten along, and twelve years apart hadn’t helped that in the least. When he got the call telling him his father had cancer, Marcus had hoped that maybe if he went home to help, they could move past their differences. But the past had its barbs in them too deep, and the present was as cold and gray as the ocean. He didn’t see either one of those things changing any time soon.
*
THE RED-GOLD GLOW of the rising sun turned the sea into a fire of molten lava that belied the cold Pacific waters of Monterey Bay. Beka Yancy didn’t mind, though; her wetsuit kept her warm, and it was worth braving the morning chill to have the waves mostly to herself.
Soon enough there would be plenty of people around, but for now, she reveled in her solitary enjoyment of the frothy white lace overlaying blue-green depths, accompanied only by the sound of the wind and the hooting laughter of a nearby pod of dolphins. She gave a chortling greeting in dolphin-speak as she went by.