The storm was abating, the winds dying down. Soon it would be time to leave. She wouldn’t come back to this island again. She would be held at some sort of safe house until McKay-Taggart dealt with her father, and then she would be alone. She likely wouldn’t see Ten again. Even if she did, he would hold her apart. He would treat her like a client because he didn’t think he was good for her. “Hey, I can’t get anyone interested in food. Do you want some eggs? I think I saw some sausage in there. I can whip up a frittata or some kind of casserole for later, but I could get you something quick now.” Sean Taggart wasn’t as big as his older brother, but he had what she liked to call the Taggart presence. Even in his obvious grief, he was solid. She shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I guess I’m with the rest of them. It’s not a long flight back to the States. I’ll get something once we’re there. Besides, I have no idea how good a pilot Nick is.
