What are you doing here?” Charlotte opened her eyes to find Colin standing over her, looking at her as if she’d dropped out of the sky. She’d gotten so comfortable curled up on the bench seat that she had fallen asleep, the gentle waves rocking the boat side to side, and the warm sunlight on her face. Was he angry? She didn’t think so. More like shocked. Her mouth felt so dry, she could hardly speak. “I’m sorry … I needed to get away from everyone. I didn’t know where to go … There was a reporter at the inn. I didn’t want to talk to him …” Her voice trailed off. She didn’t want to tell him what the reporter was after, and hoped he wouldn’t ask. “A reporter? Aren’t you used to that?” “He’s from a really awful show. All they do is dig up dirt on people. My sister called this morning and said two other reporters had been bothering my family last night. So they must be working on a story about me. Something dreadful, I’m sure.” He stood with his hands on his hips, staring at her.
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