After dinner, Caly and Thorn were lying on the blanket in the sand watching the moonlight dance over the ocean. Thorn was sipping on a glass of wine while holding her in his arms. Caly had managed to loosen several buttons of his shirt and was trailing lazy circles over her bare chest. She looked up at him, noticing Thorn’s expression seemed a million miles away.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Bella. I worry about being a good father to her. I can barely provide for my own child right now because of all that Slone has done to sabotage us. I lost my job as a travel agent a...