Kent took off his hat and slapped it against his thigh, sending a shower of droplets over the floor of his cabin. Slamming the door behind him, he ran a hand through his dripping hair and stomped to his desk. The worst of the storm had passed. Exhausted, he slumped into a chair and leaned his head back with a sigh. He'd not seen Isabel since he'd escorted her to her cabin yesterday. He'd hoped she had fared well and not been frightened during the tempest, but the demands of the storm ...