“Would you please get out of there—and out of my room!” Clay chuckled. “Give me a minute. If you toss a naked man out your door, your situation is going to appear even worse!” Muttering explosively, Cat decided to forgo a shower and hastily slipped into a pair of jeans and a tank top. If he wouldn’t get out, she would. Raking her brush quickly through her hair, she left her room behind, grateful for the moment that she lived in the lodge and could wash in the lobby facilities. It was early and still quiet. Cat left the lodge and hurried past the dock and sailors and fishermen, forcing a smile as she waved cheerfully. Her footsteps took her to the north beach, where she plopped down on the sand, closing her eyes and praying that the cool morning breeze would soothe her tumultuous fury so that she could think. Just yesterday he had appeared and today her life was a shambles. He had come out of the blue, maneuvered her—using no scruples—and now, thanks to him, she didn’t even have Jules.
