Ponta Delgada, São Miguel Island, Azores

The wind whipped at Donovan's jacket as he stepped out of the taxi. Having grown up in London, he was used to gray, blustery weather, but this was something else entirely. The sky was the color of slate, the wind coming off the sea as sharp as a blade. But they were essentially in the middle of the Atlantic, so he wasn't surprised to find the climate so tempestuous.

He reached back to help Sloane out of the car. She was ...