“What, you’re too shy to tell me?”
“No, I’m not shy, but I’m not used to divulging private matters with strangers. I’ve already admitted more than I wanted to.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I’d think you’d want to get your sins off your chest,” he goaded her, grinning.
“Sins?”
“Isn’t that how you perceive them?”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because something is troubling you. You’re one pent-up broad, like a volcano that’s ready to explode. Anyone with half a mind can see that. I can feel that rumbling energy. You’re not right with the Marquis, or that bracelet, or the husband that gave it to you. That’s why you’re here. You’re a pretty gutsy woman coming all the way to this island to get to the bottom of this mystery. I respect that. Me? I’m just curious. I could f**k you; that’s wha
