Have him? Rounding a rock on the shore, Kara huffed out a breath. She had had him. She had had him several times. And look at the good it had done her. She would die before she had him again.

Yes.

Such a tiny word. And she had so struggled to say it to him, her tongue might as well as been stuck to the roof of her mouth. Because it was a tiny word. One that meant … meant she needed to get out of here, before this got any worse.

For God's sake why hadn't she ...