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He nodded as if he approved of her question. “Sam Smith. Where’s your mother?”
Her eyes filled with tears again. “The guards realized we left too soon. She’s distracting them. Can we wait?”
He looked over her head at the fields behind her, the noise of the engines still blaring but further away.
“No. I would like to, love, but Nora made me promise to get you out of here and off the island.”
She swallowed the need to argue. One thing everyone at Joyous Wave understood was that arguing could have dire consequences, especially with older men.
“Let’s get off this island and then release the news.”
“What?”
“Sorry, I thought your mother told you. If she didn’t get out of there, I would release the news and let everyone know what has been going on so we can hopefully save your mother and the other girls. But she wanted you off the island.”
“They’ll see us at the airport.”
He smiled a flash of white against the dark Hawaiian night. “Good thing I have my boat. Let’s go, Summer.”
“I don’t want to be called Summer.”
He blinked. “Okay, we can talk about that later.”
She followed him to the Jeep and climbed in. Within twenty minutes, they arrived at the dock. The boat was a yacht with an entire staff onboard. “Mr. Smith, we’re ready to leave as soon as you give us the word.”
“Now. We go before any of those bastards can figure out where I took her.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, hurrying away.
“Come, are you hungry? I ensured there was food here because Nora said you would be hungry.”
As if to prove her mother’s point, her stomach growled. He smiled. He had a kind one, not calculated, but filled with good humor.
“Who are you?”
He sighed and motioned with his head. “Let’s go and grab something to eat. It’s a long story.”
The moment she stepped into the galley, her eyes bugged out. It was opulent and nicer than anything she had ever seen, but then she’d spent almost every minute of her life at Joyous Wave. While Joseph lived in luxury, the majority of the cult lived inbarely standing huts that leaked in rain showers and drowned them in storms.
“Have a seat…wait, what do you want to be called?”
She blinked, then remembered that she had declared she wanted to change her name. “I don’t know. I always hated the name, though.”
He smiled. “But you were born in the Summer.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sounds like a Joseph idea.”
His smile faded. “I wish your mother would have called for me. I just didn’t know about you, about where she was. I knew she was married to Joseph, but I didn’t know.”
“You knew my mother before Joseph?”
He nodded as he handed her a glass of water. “I have soda, too.”
She’d never had soda before. “My mother?”
“Right. Sorry. You look so much like Nora.”
“Are we related?”
