FIFTEEN
“You are a difficult woman to get alone.”
Sassi had been sitting on deck in her favorite spot for probably near half an hour, staring down at the knot that Swain had tied that day.
She didn’t know exactly how long she’d been there. Her watch was lost somewhere up the sleeve of Swain’s hoodie that she’d stolen from the back of his seat before coming outside.
If she was going to be interrupted by anyone, she’d have expected it to be her lover. But Swain wasn’t the man approaching her. Clive was the one sauntering up to her, hands in his pockets, looking humble and yet proud both at once.
“Am I?” she asked.
He held her sunglasses toward her. “Yes, you are. Your crew stick close to you.”
Taking the glasses, she tucked them up her sleeve with her knot. “You needed to get me alone
