Chapter 3
Tiffany was tired of running away. It seemed as if she’d been doing it her whole life prior to Eagle Cove. And now she was doing it here.
Devin’s kiss had been…lovely. She’d spent much of the night trying to find another word for it, but had been unable to.
For a long moment she’d given in, aware only of the lovely kiss. Then she’d snapped out of it as if slapped. Next would come grope, pin, and take! She wasn’t going to go there again. Wasn’t going to let some man have his way with her against her consent ever again.
Yet Devin’s kiss had been…lovely.
Great-gran Lillian’s journal didn’t help matters either. When needing advice, Tiffany had taken to opening it at random and reading whatever passage presented itself.
March 1900
Ernest is a common sailor, who has just deliver
