Charlisse silently chastised herself for forgetting about that deviant rake, Kent. Of course he would come after Isabel. He was obsessed with the woman. How could she have let him slip from her mind? Merrick! It was all his fault. If she hadn't been forced to chase that perfidious … traitorous … back-stabbing looby across the CaribbeanGrrrshe wouldn't be in this situation, and neither would Isabel. Fuming, Charlisse paced the cabin.

"Blast it all!" She glanced up at the ...