Her captor was as gentle as he was handsome. He had to chase her down more than once, but was never rough. His touch was exciting. Calm down girl, Jen thought to herself. Good grief, it had been a while. She considered it and couldn’t remember the last time she had even had a date. She didn’t have time for that. Her emotional side had her thoughts scattered and she needed to refocus. She met Laurel’s eyes and relaxed a bit. Dinner. That is what she needed to focus on. Sit tight, eat. Her self-preservation instincts took over. Laurel, not wanting to press the perched Jen Delaney into bolting and disrupting dinner, redirected the conversation. She was used to taking the hostess’s role and took over naturally in the absence of the mystery guest, whose seat of honor was still empty. “Seth—our main course?” With a nod, the serving staff quickly filed in and out, removing empty plates, replacing them with a delicious, tender steak, and steamed vegetables—American cuisine in the islands.
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