Isabel's eyes popped open. She bolted up in bed. Focusing her sleepy gaze over the bright room, she tossed off her quilt and allowed air to cool her body, damp with perspiration. The heat had risen along with the sun that now glared through the window. She chided herself for sleeping so long and wondered why Hann had not woken her with breakfast. No doubt the young pirate was embarrassed about the incident at dinner last night. She couldn't blame him. It was a terrible thing to be ...