Page 74 of Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

"We're doing it," he said. "I'll take a quick shower and then we'll go."

As he moved past me, I put my hand on his arm. "Andrew, I am sorry. I know she was your friend."

"She was," he said tightly. "But there's nothing I can do about what happened, and we're obligated to show up at the spa, so I'm going to change."

"What about Colin and Jay? Do you want to talk to them?"

"I'll do that in the other room."

After he left, I rested my arms on the rail and gazed out at the view. The sea looked so calm from here…gently rippling waves, diamond lights dancing down from the sun and skipping along the surface. But it had felt turbulent and dangerous when I was in that water, and it could have easily been my grave. If the yacht hadn't turned around, if Harper hadn't noticed I was gone, I'd be dead now, too.

I was so sure Allison had been the one who shoved me into the water. Now I had to question if I was wrong.

And if she hadn't accidentally fallen to her death, then someone had pushed her, too.

Maybe the same someone who had tried to get rid of me.

But Allison and I didn't go together. We barely knew each other, and what we knew, we didn't like.What possible connection could there be?

The question ran around in my head, landing on one rather unbelievable theory…

What if Allison had been killed because she'd tried to hurt me?

Had it been revenge?

Or had it been a punishment for her failure to get rid of me? Maybe someone else had paid her to get me out of the way, but I hadn't died, and she knew too much.

If any of that was true, then Andrew was the connector. Actually, even without those motivations, he was the link between Allison and me. She'd died, and I hadn't. But someone had gone after both of us.

It couldn't be Andrew, I told myself, desperate to believe that. There had been real fear in his eyes when he'd jumped into the ocean to save me and later when he was watching me fight to warm up under heated blankets with an IV in my arm. There was no way he'd pushed me into the ocean.

Andrew was upset about Allison's death, too. I could see the pain in his eyes and hear it in his voice. He might have been angry with her. They might have had an uncomfortable breakup. He might have even been annoyed with how she was treating me. But I couldn't believe he wanted her dead.

It had to be someone else, and I could think of a few people who also hadn't wanted Allison on the island. Colin and Allison had been arguing the night of my wedding. Paula Carrington hadn't liked Allison ingratiating her way into Victor's life. Even Bennett had mentioned his concern about that. But Allison had been on the yacht yesterday, and if the Carringtons didn't like her, they wouldn't have invited her to have lunch with them and go on a cruise.

Which left me with…no one.

I had to be missing something. Or maybe I just wanted to overlook the number one suspect because he was my husband.

We arrived at the spa a few minutes after eleven. When we stepped inside the building that was set at the back of the hotel with a sparkling waterfall fountain at its entrance, it felt like we were entering another world. The reception area had floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a view of the ocean and the cliffs. The air was cool and smelled of lavender and eucalyptus, which was instantly calming. Soft, natural light poured through skylights, illuminating the pale stone floors and walls textured with warm wood paneling. On the outside deck, plush lounge chairs draped with crisp white towels were arranged near an infinity pool that seemed to spill into the horizon.

I wished we were here just to relax, but we'd barely checked in when Megan and her team entered with lights and cameras that were completely destroying the soothing atmosphere.

Megan came up to me, her expression tense and worried. "Sorry I'm late. I just had a long conversation with Bennett and Victor about an incident that occurred last night." Megan's gaze drifted to Andrew. "Are you aware of what's happened?"

"We are," he said shortly. "And I don't think this is the place to discuss it."

"No," Megan agreed. "But I know you were close to the individual in question, and I wasn't sure you were up for this today. You or Lauren," she added, giving me a concerned look. "You went through a lot yesterday."

"I'm feeling better now, and Andrew and I are willing to continue with the plan for today."

Relief ran through Megan's gaze. She was trying to be polite and compassionate, but she also had a job to do. "If you're sure," she said. "That would be great. I was hoping we wouldn't have to reschedule."

"Let's do it," Andrew said.

"I'm going to send Tony with you, Andrew. He'll take some shots with you getting ready for your massage and the men's lounge area. Why don't you get started? And then you'll meet back up with Lauren for the couple's massage, which will be done on the garden patio."

"Fine." Andrew headed toward the men's locker room so fast that Tony had to jog to catch up to him.

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