An extremely loud horn, the kind you found on really big ships. She sat bolt upright, nearly flipping Jamie off the bed in the process. “Did you hear that?” His heavily-lidded eyes flew open wide. He sprung from the mattress and reached for his underwear on the floor. “It sounded like a ship.” “Could we be rescued?” “I think so.” She followed his lead and looked for her own clothes while trying to ignore the places in her body that were sore from what they’d done. What they’d done. Jeez. She’d begged him to do things to her she’d never done before. She glanced at him quickly. He seemed more concerned with getting dressed in case they were rescued, rather than the fact she’d acted like a nymphomaniac last night. Thank God for both the distraction and the rescue. Once his bottom half was covered with shorts, he ran to the porthole. “It looks like a military ship.” They pawed through the remaining scattered clothing on the floor of the stateroom, and passed each other items.
