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A fresh burst of wind rattled against the shutters. He handed her a second flashlight. “Lock the door and don’t open it unless it’s me or Silvio.”
The fear flickered in her eyes. “You really think someone is coming?”
He didn’t want to add to her fear, but he’d always told her the truth and he wasn’t going to start lying now. “Yes, I do. Garza wants the island, and he thinks he’s going to force me to give it up.” He hesitated. “I don’t want you involved in this, but I’m worried that you already are.”
She sucked in a breath. “The man on the beach and the one on the Jet Ski. You think they were Garza’s men?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why would they think scaring me would influence you? Everyone knows we’re not together anymore.”
Reuben felt the flood of feelings well up from deep in his soul. Not together, but you’ll always be a part of me. “Enemies will use anything, even the past. Maybe they thought they could still get to me through you.”
Her eyes locked on his. “Can they?”
He wished desperately at that moment that Antonia was still on the side of friend. Of all the things they had been to each other, he missed that friendship the most, the comfort of having someone on his side who knew him completely and loved him anyway. With the rest of the world he’d always had to wonder if friendly folks were cordial as a way to keep on good terms with the Sandoval family or out of fear of his brother.
Past history. Hector was out of that life, though he’d never convince Antonia of that.
“Keep the door locked,” he repeated before thrusting a bag into her arms. “Paula made up this food for you.”
Antonia blinked. “I thought she hated me.”
He shrugged. “She can’t stand the thought of anyone hungry.”
Antonia sighed. “So I’m supposed to stay shut in here while you fend off this man who just blew up your boats and tried to scare me on the beach?”
“When the police make it here it will all be over. They’ll get you back to the mainland.”
She took a step toward him, and he saw the beads of water imprisoned, trembling in the strands of her hair like tiny crystals. “What will happen to Silvio, Paula and Gavin while I’m tucked safely away in this bungalow?”
“Nothing.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’m going to find the guy who blew up my boats before he finds them.” And you.
Antonia jerked and he thought her face went a little paler, but it might have been a trick of the shadows from the waving palms outside. “Wait for the police. Please, Reuben.”
“Won’t get anybody here until after the storm.”
She toyed with the zipper on her windbreaker. “He’ll kill you. You’re an orange grower, not a commando.”
He saw his own grim smile reflected in the dark pools of her eyes. “One thing about the Sandovals is they know how to survive.”
He waited in the rain until he heard the sound of the lock sliding home.
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