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It was Brody. Again.

Just as before, she didn’t answer.

If Brody had been lying to her about his relationship with Adrienne, then Maddie didn’t want anything to do with the man. Besides, she had too many other things on her mind right now to worry about him and how quickly he’d fallen off his pedestal.

Besides, a relationship between them would have never worked. Cutting him off was the best choice.

Instead of talking to him, she called her attorney in New York and talked to him for several minutes.

When Maddie hung up, she jumped on the computer to search flights.

Though Detective Kalani had warned her that she needed to stay in town, he had no legal grounds to keep her unless she was officially charged as a suspect.

For that reason, Maddie was going to buy the earliest plane ticket she could find to get out of here.

She was done with this island. With this retreat. With all these people.

She wanted to get back to New York and start over.

In fact, maybe she wanted to start over somewhere far away from New York. She didn’t know. All she knew was that she wanted to get out of this place.

She would let Josh dig his way out of his own mess. She’d let others figure out if Fowler and Bree were corporate spies. She’d let Kalani figure out who might have killed Logan or if Jared’s death had anything to do with the company.

But Maddie was done.

Totally and completely done.

CHAPTER

FIFTY-FOUR

THEN

Cecilia didn’t mention to Garrick that she’d stopped by the office. And he’d never mentioned to her that he’d gotten the cookies she left.

Was that because the receptionist hadn’t given them to him? Or was it because he didn’t appreciate her kind gesture?

She wasn’t sure. That had been two days ago. The two of them were supposed to go back to the summer house in the Hamptons this weekend. Knowing that they’d be there and she’d have quality time with Garrick made everything more bearable. But she still needed to decide if she was going to bring up those cookies.

The best idea would probably be to stay silent.

But how could she? Something was nagging at the back of her mind, something she’d rather ignore.

She wanted to believe things were perfect between her and Garrick. But that didn’t seem wise. Her gut told her that Garrick, though he seemed perfect, had his own secrets.

Maybe even his own demons.

Those thoughts played over and over again in her head as they drove toward the house. Garrick was mainly quiet, chatting a little about work. But he’d reached over and gripped her hand.

She liked it when he did that. It made her feel like they were a team.

At a lull in the conversation, she licked her lips and then said, “By the way, someone you work with came into the store the other day.”

Though it had happened a while ago, Cecilia hadn’t brought it up yet. The encounter, though strange, hadn’t seemed important.

But if she were honest with herself, she’d admit that the exchange bugged her. However, she wasn’t sure why.

“Oh, yeah?” Garrick asked. “Who was that?”

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