Sea Angel strained against her ropes, longing to be free. From her position slumped on the deck, Ellie lifted her head from folded arms for long enough to make sure the yacht was still tied up, then dropped it again. The sounds of the sea swooshed through the timber boards she lay upon.
Sea AngelThe late afternoon sun was kinder today than the recent stifling heat, and between the warmth and the movement of the boat, she could almost have dozed. Perhaps she had, for the tears were gone and the thumping of her heart no longer resonated in her ears. Her stomach was an empty pit and her body might have been run over by a truck, so much it ached from the tension in her muscles.
How she’d got here from the boardroom was hazy. There were flashes if she thought hard enough.
“That was the draw
