Wheeling Gull Isle peace offerings

He was kind, and this irritated her, because he gave her no reason to mistrust him. And in fact, what riled her more was the same quiet thought that had compelled her to come here now compelled her to stay.

What would it hurt her to rest a while? The swim hadn’t been arduous, but that didn’t mean it had been a walk in the park. The sun felt warm against her, the air refreshing and calm. Devoid of the beauty and chaos that often struck her.

And the man, oddly, in every spectrum of his voice, seemed devoid of this too.

She narrowed her eyes. “What’s the catch?” she asked. Nobody just gave refuge away for free.