No one could find him here.
The bridge of the Belle comforted Rafe, as did the cradle of the commander's seat. Rafe had sought refuge here to hide from, well, just about everyone. Even Emma.
It wasn't as if she'd said anything to him. He knew she loved him. They still had sex and conversations and all the things he loved to do, butÉ She watched him, scrutinized him with that tiny crease of a frown on her brow. Her lips pressed tightly as if holding back.
Secrets. More secrets.
Or was that just paranoia talking?
"Would the commander like a massage?" Annabelle asked but didn't wait for a reply. The seat began to vibrate and emitted a soothing heat. Once upon a time, he would have relaxed and enjoyed it. Now, with Annabelle purring at him, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Which was dumb. How could he cheat on Emma with a ship?
Still, he jumped from the seat and paced. "I hate this ship."