Kaycee said as Danny opened the French doors and ushered her out onto the deck. The afternoon sun was sparkling on the water and there was only open sea, soaring seagulls and a soft tide coming lazily to shore.“When I’m feeling a little too full of myself, I come out here,” he said as he put his forearms on the railing. “The ocean has a way of humbling you.”“The view is breathtaking,” she said. There were people on the private beach but she saw no children, remembering Kathleen telling her that no one under twenty-one could live at or come to visit Rampart Villas. The gated condominium rules were strictly enforced.“When I’ve got a tough decision to make or I’m hurting, I spend the night out here,” he said, nudging his chin toward the extra-wide hammock at the far end of the deck. He laughed. “One night I got rained on but was too drunk to get up so I just laid there until morning.” He shook his head ruefully. “Got one helluva head cold, lemme tell you!”“It’s a wonder you didn’t get pneumonia,”
