Yanking open the door of the stateroom, Erinpeered out and found she was back in the narrow corridor that ended in a set ofstairs leading up to the next deck.
Still smarting from Ethan's desertion, she made herway down the narrow length, her steps slightly unsteady with the rolling motionof the yacht. The polished wood floor echoed her footsteps in a ratherunsettling way and Erin wondered if she was the only one on the boat. Shewouldn't put it past that arrogant bastard to leave her marooned in the middleof the ocean. It was the sort of petty, ridiculous thing Ethan Lachlan seemedto enjoy.
Another cringe ran through her as she remembered howeasily she had given in to him. Granted the man could kiss like it was atalent, but that was no excuse for her appalling behavior.
Christ Lord Almig
