He eyed the darkening sky and the frothy seas. “Gonna be a rough ride.” “That’s okay.” “Are you sure? We don’t have to go today. Another day or two won’t matter.” “Yes, it will,” Laura said. “I need to get this over with. I can’t think about it anymore.” “Do you get seasick?” “I never have before. What about you?” “Doesn’t usually bother me.” “Okay, then. We’re going.” She folded her hands in her lap and stared out the window. As the week had progressed and her date with Justin drew nearer, she’d become more and more tense and withdrawn. She’d slept in his arms every night since the first night they spent together, driving him crazy with her nearness, her scent and her overwhelming allure. He couldn’t wait until they were able to take their relationship to the next level. They had to get through today, or so he told himself. A sense of foreboding had sharpened with every passing day, ramping Owen’s anxiety to previously unheard-of levels. Laura’s anxiety was also palpable.
