The One (Spade Hotel #5)

Chapter 29

TWENTY-NINE

Rhett

Fifteen Years Ago

T he noise that came across the water wasn’t the only thing that was unforgettable. The color of the ocean was too.

I was used to the Pacific changing shades. Storms made the medium blue deepen to navy with murky, dark green hues. On days when there was a period of low current and consecutive sunshine, the water was teal with random patches that were so light that it reminded me of ice.

But as I stood at the stern of my boat, with my hands above my head, seconds away from my eyes closing, I didn’t see blue.

All I saw was red.