Seeing the look on her face, he didn’t have to ask, but he did anyway. "What’s gotten into you? You look like the cat who swallowed the bird, then found the tomcat besides." "Nothing." Her answer was dreamily spoken as her cheeks grew warm at his implication. "What happened to you tonight out on deck?" She had turned on him, but really didn’t want an answer. Everything had worked out without him. If he had shown up outside, he would have tried to do just what Ethan had done. With the romantic setting, maybe she wouldn’t have been able to resist him any better, but he would not have understood her, at least not as Ethan had. Then again, if he had been the one to kiss her, she wouldn’t have felt what she had with Ethan. Westley just didn’t have what she needed, it seemed. "Before I got halfway outside, Mr. Ayers came by. I guess after he sent me down here, he came out and gave you what for?" He leaned on the wall next to her door. With a smile of remembering, she answered him honestly.
