She lay on her back, unmoving. Her temples throbbed. She had a terrible migraine, and her entire body was stiff with tension. What was she going to do? She had replayed her encounter with Grenville over and over in her mind, his dark, handsome image engraved there. He hadn’t forgotten her. And he had made it very clear that he hadn’t forgotten their affair, either. Despair claimed her. She closed her eyes tightly. She had left two windows slightly ajar, as she loved the tangy ocean air, and both shutters were gently rapping on the walls. The tide was high at night, and there was always a stiff breeze. But the melodic sound was not soothing. She had been so unnerved during their encounter. It made no sense, none at all. Worse, she was still unnerved. Did she dare consider the possibility that she still found him darkly attractive, and dangerously seductive?
