Less than an hour before the dinner bugle blew, she finally called for the steward, who brought headache powders courtesy of the ship’s doctor.When the nagging pain dulled, Tessa decided that food would probably help rather than hurt. Whether she wanted to do so or not, she should go to the first-class dining saloon. She couldn’t imagine making a good impression on the people in first class but would give it a try. No doubt her dinner partners would find her efforts fascinating. At least one of them would.A rush of warmth moved over her as she remembered the young man she’d met on the Boat Deck. Nathan Patterson. Yes, Nathan would likely find her entertaining, should she decide to take the seat next to his at dinner. Then again, she’d already given him plenty of fodder, hadn’t she? Dropping to her knees and playing with a dog…in public? Talking about her brother, the gardener, who shaped bushes into animals?Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the embarrassing memories.
