Iris jolted awake when someone banged on her door. The red, strobing light in her room struck fear right behind her breastbone, as did the voice that said, “Iris. Get up. It’s Justin.”
Justin.
She’d seen the man watching her as she got ready beside the pool. The next time she’d looked, he’d been gone. She hadn’t seen him at dinner or karaoke, and she’d commanded herself to stop thinking about him.
He wasn’t the only handsome man on the ship. Maybe the only available handsome man, as this cruise seemed to be full of couples in their mid-twenties. But she wasn’t going to hook up with him for two weeks and then go back to her real life. No, she wanted a man that became her real life, and she didn’t think he was up for that.
available becameBang, bang, bang. “Iris.”
She threw the covers o
