It was disgusting. What other choice did she have but to hear him out though? Every wave, every pitch, every roll of the boat took her further from the dreams of her future.

It was the only reason she swept along the passageway behind him, her heels clicking on the wooden boards.

A single gold hoop glinted in his ear. The English Channel was hardly the place to resume his glittering career. So perhaps she should assume that having flogged off her book to the highest ...