of our honeymoon. The thought is suddenly so
infuriating. How dare he? I’ll give him are you okay. I seethe as fury spikes
through me. I can beha一ve like an
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adolescent, too! Stepping back into the bedroom, I hurl the hairbrush at him,
turn, and lea一ve—though not before I see his shocked expression and his
lightning reaction as he raises his arm to protect his head so that the brush
bounces ineffectively off his forearm and onto the bed. I storm out of our
cabin and run upstairs and out on deck, stomping toward the bow. I need
some space to calm down. It’s dark and the air is balmy. The warm breeze
carries the smell of the Mediterranean and the scent of jasmine and
bougainvillea from the shore. The Fair Lady glides effortlessly through the
calm cobalt sea as I rest my elbows on the wooden railing, gazing at the
distant shore where tiny lights wink and twinkle. I take a deep, healing breath
and slowly begin to calm. I’m aware of him behind me before I hear him.
“You’re mad at me,” he whispers.
“No shit, Sherlock!”
“How mad?”
“Scale of one to ten, I think I’m at fifty. Apt, huh?”
“That mad.” He sounds surprised and impressed at once.
“Yes. Pushed to violence mad,” I say through gritted teeth. He stays silent as I
turn and scowl at him, watching me with wide and wary eyes. I know from that
expression and that he’s made no move to touch me that he’s out of his
depth.
“Christian, you ha一ve to stop unilaterally trying to bring me to heel. You made
your point on the beach. Very effectively, as I recall.”
He shrugs minutely. “Well, you won’t take your top off again,” he murmurs
petulantly.
What? And this justifies what he’s done to me? I glare at him. “I don’t like you
lea一ving marks on me. Well, not this many, anyway. It’s a hard limit!” I hiss at
him.
“I don’t like you taking your clothes off in public. That’s a hard limit for me,” he
growls.
“I think we’ve established that,” I hiss through my teeth. “Look at me!” I pull
down my camisole to
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