Epilogue

Wyatt

Wyatt stepped out onto the deck of his new boat and stretched in the morning sun.

Life had never been this good.

Wyatt couldn't imagine how he'd once thought being a bartender had ever been enough. He couldn't believe that he'd ever been happy without Cassie.

They were home here. Blue Caribbean waters were a balm to weary souls. The white sand called to them, and the warm sunshine banished worries.

Cassie and Wyatt didn't go back to the resort. Wyatt didn't have a job there anymore, and after hearing how he'd been treated, Cassie had refused to go to such an establishment. Besides, Wyatt didn't need to tend bar and live a bachelor lifestyle anymore. He didn't want that life.

So they bought a sailboat. It wasn't the biggest or flashiest boat in the world, but it was comfortable, and it got them where they wanted to go.

Today, it was taking them to a very special island.

Wyatt checked the rigging and made sure his route was plotted in the computer. The island wasn't far, but he wa