He hadn’t seen them climb aboard, nor did he know what they’d done while they were there, but he knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t good. It had been three days since Olivia had been attacked. He’d come down each night to watch, but nothing had happened since. Except that Olivia still had come to the office twice despite his order. His temper raged when he thought of how she’d so blatantly ignored his warnings. He knew her stubbornness was what motivated her. That and her pride. He knew she had no intention of giving in to him. Of submitting to him in any way. At least she hadn’t come alone tonight, but had been smart enough to bring her man, Chivers. Damien moved his thoughts from Olivia back to the two men tying the dinghy to the wharf and climbing onto the walkway. He wrapped his fingers around the knife in his pocket and waited for them to come closer. One of the men was tall and bulky, his weight as much muscle as fat.
