Chapter Six
Dane tied her wrists behind her back with crisp, brisk movements. The ropes hurt, and despite her promise, Rhiannon twisted her hands to free them. Of course, the ropes held—they had been tied by a seaman. He whirled her to face him. For a second, his face was soft and that of the familiar lover she knew, then his features hardened, and she was frightened by what she saw. She didn’t know this man.
“Damon!” he called down the side of the boat.
A rough voice called up, “Aye, Capt’n?”
“Catch!”
And before Rhiannon could steel herself, she was swept up in Dane’s strong arms and flung over the side of the boat. She screamed as she hurtled down to the ocean and fell into the water. She kicked her legs, trying to rise to the surface, but without the use of her hands and encumbered
