Chapter One Hundred-Eighteen

The boat cut through the dark water, moonlight glinting off its wake like a million stars dancing across the water. Despite her anger that should have her white hot… boiling even, she shivered in the December night air. She should have taken the parka.

Beckett took off his suit jacket and held it out to her. She ignored it, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. He must have dropped the parka