Charlisse felt a quiver race down her spine as Jackson took a step toward her. His dark eyes bored into her like two cannon balls in a sea of white foam. Towering over her by at least two feet, his dark frame consumed the small cabin, shrinking her in his shadow.

Isabel whimpered in the seat behind Charlisse.

Sloane continued his breakfast, watching with interest but seemingly unconcerned with Jackson's silent challenge.

Gulping, Charlisse craned her neck to meet ...