“You look wiped out,” Monty said. “Why don’t you get some
rest? There’s a separate berth right down there.” He pointed at the narrow hall
ahead of him. “I’ve already grabbed the one at the back.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” He was racking up serious Sir Galahad
points. She hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks. The idea of even a few
hours sounded like heaven.
“Not at all. I’ve got stuff to do on the boat before I can
leave the marina, and then I’ll hit that gift shop. Oh, and I’ll see if I can
get the gossip about your nonwedding wedding.”
Tears burned her eyes again, but she blinked them back.
“I’ll never be able to thank you for all this.”
“Nothing to thank me for. That look on your fiancé’s face
was enough.” Richard. Her father. The reality of what waited for her beyond the
marina rushed over her like a tidal wave. But her anxiety and fear about what
to do next disappeared for the moment, thanks to a stranger’s kindness. “You
haven’t asked me.”
“Asked you what?”
“Why I ran away,” she stated.
Monty’s half smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s none of my
business. If you want to talk about it, I’m happy to listen. Otherwise, consider
this sanctuary until you decide what you want to do.”
“Just be gone before the morning tide, right?” Sienna forced
a laugh as she struggled out of the booth. The pinching and tightening of her
dress reminded her of the uncomfortable situation she was currently in. “There
is one thing I need your help with. If you don’t mind?”
“Name it.”
Her face went hot. “I’d really love to get this dress off.”
She turned around so she wouldn’t have to look at him. She pulled her hair into
one hand, then drew it over her shoulder. “There’s no way to get these buttons
myself. Could you just—”
“Yeah.” His strangled response had her biting back a smile.
“Sure. I can do that.”
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Thanks so much for the spotlight!
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