*Michael*

That fire had to be Shelby's doing–but why would she need to light one unless she was stranded?

The engine roared as I gunned the throttle, propelling our boat rapidly across the inky swells toward the silhouetted island. Lucas jogged up alongside me as I steered us in a beeline toward those beckoning flames atop the high ridge.

"Who's out there?" the lifeguard called over the growling motor.

"That's my wife up there," I shouted back, squinting through ...