But a larger part of me wants to prove the staff wrong. For no other reason than to assure myself that I’m not just a terrible judge of character who picks all the wrong men.
My phone is lying on a shelf next to the jacket. I don’t even bother checking the screen as I slip it into the right pocket of the slip dress. Then I take the jacket, fold it over my arm, and turn to find Cory watching me. His eyes land pointedly on Anton’s jacket.
“Goodnight, everyone,” I say, pointedly ignoring everyone’s gaze as I walk past them towards the exit.
“Where are you going?” Molly asks. “We haven’t even docked yet.”
“Just need to get some fresh air,” I tell her.
But the moment I step out of the kitchen, I ignore the steps that will lead me up to the deck. Instead, I turn the corner and head towards
