Page 475 of Hidden Depths

Every glance across Sea Whisper.

Every moment I had watched her stand at the helm.

Every time fear had nearly torn me apart.

Storm kissed me as if she had been holding back just as much.

A cheer rose from the office windows.

Storm broke away.

Her forehead rested against mine.

“I’m going to murder them.”

I looked toward the building.

Five faces disappeared from the glass.

Thomas remained.

He gave me a thumbs-up.

“I’ll help you,” I said.

Storm laughed.

Then she kissed me again.

This time, neither of us cared who watched.

EPILOGUE

Storm

Three Months Later

“The best journey does not end when you reach safe harbor. It begins when you find someone brave enough to sail beside you.”

— James Sinclair

Sea Whisper cut through the Pacific beneath a cloudless sky.

Her repairs were complete.

The stern deck gleamed.

The windows had been replaced.

Both engines ran perfectly.

Almost perfectly.

I still heard a slight vibration in the port engine.

Ward claimed I imagined it.

Ward was wrong.