*Michael*
The next morning, I woke with the sunrise, the first rays of brilliant orange spilling through the billowing curtains. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension about meeting up with Reggie later. So much rested on his undercover mission's success.
I slipped quietly out of bed, not wanting to disturb Shelby's rest. Her ankle was still swollen and sore, a constant reminder of the unexplained events that had brought Reggie to the island in the first place. My jaw tightened as I thought about whoever was behind the sabotage, putting my family at risk. That couldn't be allowed to continue.
Making my way onto our private balcony overlooking the shimmering azure sea, I sipped my coffee and mentally reviewed the logistics for Reggie's first intel handoff. We'd agreed to keep interactions between us as minimal as possible to preserve his new persona as the resort's spa manager. No one could suspect our conspiring if this mole operation were to work.
