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feel hot and shivery and full of longing for something she could not name.
    Without consciously being aware of it, Juliette found that her arms had reached up and encircled his neck, and she drew him closer to her. The hard muscles of his chest pressed against her. Harrison groaned and kissed her harder, taking more from her. She gave it willingly, surprised by the force of her own desire. She liked the feel of him close to her, smelling of the sea air and sunlight.
    The stubble on his face scratched her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She had never felt so alive, as if every nerve in her body were on fire. She only wanted more. More kissing. More of him. A passionate thrill coursed through her entire being. Whatever Harrison Fleming wanted to do, wherever he wanted to take her, she would go willingly. Gladly. Eagerly. She kissed him without the slightest bit of hesitation, for it was quite the most exciting experience she had ever had. She never wanted it to end.
    Suddenly he released her, stepping back from her. She stood there feeling bereft and dazed, her knees weak and wobbly, and her breath uneven. Their eyes met and held for a long moment. He had the most spectacular eyes. They changed color to reflect his mood. Sometimes they seemed smoky gray, sometimes a dark slate. Looking at her right now they were intense silver.
    Slowly she smiled up at him.
    “Eat your lunch,” he ordered her, his voice hoarse, his expression unreadable.
    The smile vanished from her face. “Excuse me?”
    “Your lunch is on the table. Make sure you eat before you get back to work.” With that, he abruptly left the cabin.
    Speechless, Juliette stood still, battling bewildering senses of humiliation and exhilaration. What had just happened between them? He had kissed her quite intimately, quite passionately. And then he left her alone. Without saying a single word about it.
    What was she to make of that?
    After men had kissed Juliette in the past, they immediately declared their love and devotion to her and she could make them do whatever she wanted or needed them to do. And she had never kissed anyone the way she had just kissed Harrison Fleming. She certainly hadn’t expected a declaration of love from him, but she had expected—well, she wasn’t quite sure what.
    But definitely something more than “Eat your lunch” and a curt dismissal.
    For the first time she had thoroughly enjoyed kissing a man and being kissed in return. Running her tongue across her lips, they seemed fuller, softer. They felt different. She felt different.
    Apparently Captain Harrison Fleming felt nothing after kissing her.
    Oddly put out, somewhat embarrassed by her own behavior, and more hurt than she cared to admit, she turned and glanced impatiently around the cabin. The captain’s cabin. His cabin. Yes, a midday meal of bread and cheese had been set for her on the table. She had been starving earlier, but now she had no appetite at all.
    What was she to do with herself? Go back out on deck? To continue scrubbing? Not bloody likely! Not after kissing him, she wouldn’t. She’d stay in here all day and do absolutely nothing to help on his ship.
    How dare he treat her like that? Thinking he could take liberties with her person and then…and then…leave! As if she were of no consequence.
    For the first time in her life Juliette felt a little frightened and truly at a loss as what to do about it. She had left the security and love of her family to sail on this ship across the ocean to an unknown city with a man she did not understand and, to a certain extent, now feared. What had she been thinking? What had possessed her? Stinging tears sprung to her eyes, but she blinked them back in a valiant effort to not crumble to pieces.
    She would not cry. She dared not cry. She had gotten herself into this mess and she would get herself out of it.
    Just how she was going to do that, she wasn’t entirely sure.
    If only she could talk to Colette.
    Colette was her best