A Woman With Secrets. Inglath Cooper
He gathered up the life jackets and put them away. That woman should come with her own set of warning labels. He’d only known her a matter of hours, and yet something told him she was trouble.
He didn’t know how he knew.
He just did.
KATE SLEPT THROUGH most of the next day, waking up around midmorning to realize she had missed her kitchen duty call. She managed to quell her disappointment and went back to sleep.
At some point during the afternoon, a knock sounded at her door, and Harry stepped inside with a tray.
“Hey,” he said, smiling. “Cole asked me to bring you this. Potato soup and crackers.”
She lifted up on one elbow, still not sure she could force anything down. Her stomach was so sore it hurt to move.
“I know it probably doesn’t sound too good,” he said, “but you really should eat it.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Could you just put it on the nightstand? I’ll give it a try.”
He set the tray next to the bed. “Cole said you had a rough time of it.”
“It was pretty awful,” she admitted, dropping back onto the pillow, surprised by her own weakness. “I’m sure I left him with a lasting impression.”
“Happens to the best of us,” Harry said. “So he threw you overboard, huh?”
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