When morning broke, Charlisse left Isabel asleep, grabbed a cup of tea from the galley, and made her way to the bow of the Redemption. As the ship glided along under towering peaks of white canvas, she raised the cup to her lips and took a sip, feeling the tea's warmth radiate down her throat. How many mornings had she joined Merrick at this same spotshe with her tea, he with his coffeeadmiring the way the breeze blew his wild hair behind him, the firm set of his jaw, and those dark, ...