“What a gorgeous view,” he said. “Here.” He tossed her a muffin.
Toria peeled away the wrapper, ignoring the spray of crumbs. “Thanks. Glad you’re getting to enjoy it.” It was hard to tell against his dark skin, but she could see the trail of bite marks that disappeared into the neck of his T-shirt. She squashed an irrational surge of resentment before it could cross over the link. She wasn’t jealous, per se, and definitely not of Archer. But it had been a long time since she’d worn the content look on Kane’s face. And not all of that contentment was from no longer feeling the aggravated seasickness he’d experienced since they left port.
She must not have squashed it all. Kane blinked through the sun at her. The contented expression vanished behind one of concern. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,”
