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“Terrified,” she admitted. “Especially because Remy’s been texting me like crazy, telling me I’m making a big mistake—never mind his cheating,” she added with a roll of her eyes.
Jack started walking again. “He’s not taking no for an answer?”
“Not so far. He insists things will be different back in LA. He also told me Bastian packed up Bo’s things and will be shipping them to Louisiana.”
Jack frowned. “That suggests Bo isn’t coming back.”
She stared at the ground as they walked. “Yeah. There’ll be nothing left for him here.”
“Except you,” he pointed out hopefully. “At least if he comes back, you’ll know why.”
“I guess,” she allowed.
He adjusted his sunglasses. “What will you do if he doesn’t?”
“There’s not much I can do,” she replied. “I’ll try to stay in touch for a while, but he has to want me badly enough to make the effort and be willing to take the risk. And I’m not convinced he does.”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “He’d be a fool to miss out on someone like you.”
“After what he’s been through, maybe all he wants is to lick his wounds. He might not be ready for a relationship.” As much as it hurt to admit that, it was a stark reality she had to face. Maybe it was easiest to remain closed off, so he couldn’t make a mistake or get hurt again.
“All you can do is let go and hope he comes back,” Jack said, but then he grabbed her arm and jerked her to a stop. “Ismay...”
She looked up to see Remy and Bastian coming around the bend in the Jeep, probably going into town. “Just ignore them. Act like you don’t even see them,” she muttered, and he fell in step beside her as she started walking again. But she was glad he didn’t look away like she did, because a second later, the Jeep swerved toward them going full speed, and he had to throw her to the side so she wouldn’t be hit.
She landed so hard that she skinned her hands and knees, but at least they hadn’t been seriously hurt. Jack landed on the ground next her and his hands and knees were also skinned.
“What the heck?” he cried, jumping to his feet. But Remy and Bastian were already well beyond them, heading down the road toward town as if nothing had happened.
“Remy just tried to hit us!” Jack cried, as if he couldn’t quite believe what’d occurred.
Ismay got up and dusted the tiny rocks out of the flesh of her hands and knees as she tried to process the fact that the man she’d been planning to marry could’ve killed her with that kind of impulsive, reckless behavior.
“Remy and Bastian are dangerous, Is,” Jack said. “I’m not sure we can remain on the island. Remy seems like the kind of man who thinks if I can’t have her, no one can.”
“We can’t leave,” she said. “What about Honey? We told her we’d look after her house and her cat.”
“We’ll have to tell her it’s not safe for us, not with Bastian and Remy around.”
“I think we should go to the police before we do that.”
Jack gestured at the blood appearing on some of their scrapes. “About this?”
“About all of it—this, the duffel bag, the picture of Lyssa, Bastian’s alarming behavior, Remy’s possessiveness...”
“You know the Windsors have a lot of influence here.”
“I know. When Lyssa died in that fire, they stepped in to make sure Remy and Bastian walked away without any consequences.” They might try to do the same now, but it was high time someone fought them for the sake of truth and justice. “But I’m an attorney, Jack. I believe in upholding the law.”
He scowled before finally relenting with a sigh. “O-kay,” he said with a heavy emphasis on the second syllable. “We’ll try that. But if it doesn’t work, I’m getting you off this island.”
32
When Ismay left LA to come to Mariners, the last thing she could’ve imagined was waiting in a police station to talk to an officer about Remy. But she felt strangely empowered, as if she was finally drawing a line after all the little slights and other evidence that he wasn’t being as good to her as she deserved. Cheating aside, they hadn’t been fine for a long time. Maybe they’dneverbeen fine, and she just hadn’t known him well enough to realize it.
“You look nervous,” Jack said as they waited, sitting in cheap plastic chairs just inside the main doors. “You okay?”
“It’s not every day you have to go to the police about your former fiancé,” she whispered.
