23. Chapter 23

twenty-three

Seven days to the wedding

A figure moved under the guise of night. It moved with a purpose along the old barn and stopped to watch the back of the inn. Nothing made a peep but the crickets.

After pulling the bill of the dark green hat over its feature, the figure pulled a bolt cutter and broke the padlock. The figure pried open the door gently and checked out what was in store in the Bright Head Inn equipment barn.

There’s the beauty.

The figure approached the beautiful beast standing proud, all gleaming chrome and shiny leather. Too bad the motorcycle wouldn’t stay that way for long. The figure ran a gloved finger over the sexy line of the bike and snickered.

That Sullens guy will regret he’s ever set foot on this island.

Fiancé. I call bullshit. There isn’t a ring on Rowan’s finger. A man as rich as Chris Sullens could’ve whipped a ring out of his ass, yet our little miss Rowan Kelly wears none.

The figure pulled out a switchblade and pushed the button. The soft, sharp hiss when the blade released from the sheath made the figure giddy.

By morning, Mr. Sullens will realize Rowan Kelly and Bright Head are more trouble than he needs .

With the blade poised to slice through supple leather, the figure suddenly yelped in pain and stumbled back. The blade clattered as it hit the cement floor.

Fuck!

A large animal growled a few feet away.

That motherfucker clawed me!

The figure kicked at the creature but got air instead. And like a bad dream, two more humongous, hairy creatures ran in. The trio growled a menacing warning as they stalked the figure. Their eyes glowed eerily.

Shit.

If these monsters attacked, they could ruin everything. Glancing at the shiny motorcycle, the figure aborted the plan. It wasn’t worth getting caught.

The figure slowly got down to the ground and picked up the switchblade. Giving the fucking giant cats a wide berth, the figure backed out of the barn. Once outside, the figure turned and bolted toward the woods.

To be thwarted by cats. What a joke . The figure laughed derisively.

These late night excursions hadn’t panned out as planned.

Time to come up with Plan B .

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