CHAPTER 50
ACCUSATIONS AND LOUD VOICES
ISABELLA
The cabin was small but beautiful, all white wood and soft light, with windows open to the sea. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring out at the water, watching the moonlight move with the waves.
I’ve never been on a yacht this big. Hell, I’venever been on any yacht at all before this summer. The closest I had come was a rented paddle boat on the Seine, the kind tourists paid for by the hour.
But this was the kind of luxury that reminded me exactly how far out of my depth I was.
My phone began vibrating on the bed beside me, drawing my attention away from the window.
I glanced at the screen to see it was Julien.
Uhhhhh…
I took in a deep breath as my head fell back. I didn't want to talk to him, but I had to.
Bracing myself, I sw
