The boat cut through the dark water, moonlight glinting off its wake like a million stars dancing across the water. Despite her anger that should have her white hot… boiling even, she shivered in the December night air. She should have taken the parka.
Nate took off his suit jacket and held it out to her. She ignored it, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. He must have dropped the parka while he struggled to get her in the boat.
"You're freezing," he said, his voice softening. "Please."
"I wouldn’t be cold if you hadn’t kidnapped me."
He draped the jacket over her shoulders anyway, careful not to touch her. She flinched but didn’t throw it off.
In the distance, a small island materialized from the darkness. A single light glowed from a modest cabin perched near the shore. As the
