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Bright sunlight forced Gwen awake. With a muffled groan, she rolled deeper into her pillow. No matter what the alarm clock said, it was too early to be awake!
Mitch was already gone. She vaguely remembered feeling him move sometime in the misty hour before dawn. He’d answered her sleepy murmur with a gentle kiss and the promise to share breakfast with her. Then he’d slipped quietly back into his own suite before any early risers ventured into the plush hallway.
The sun was well up by now. On deck, energetic joggers would be making their circuitous laps around the swimming pools. Sunbathers would already be slathered in fragrant lotions. Industrious stewards would be carrying trays of artfully designed canapés and refreshing drinks to hungry passengers.
Gavin would have fed her anima
