Merrick stormed from the cabin, fighting to contain the overwhelming agony and rage battling within him. He didn't know whether he was angrier with Kent, Charlisse, or himself. How dare his wife treat him as if he truly had been unfaithful? Yet had he? He had to admit he'd been attracted to Elisa, had enjoyed their kiss, had found comfort in her embrace. But did that make him the scoundrel Charlisse accused him of being? Perhaps so, for it was a matter of the heart after all, and ...