“No need to cover up on my account.”
I forced myself to keep walking, as if I hadn’t heard his sultry whisper.
Dinah stood at the top of the stairs, the expression on her face leaving no doubt that she had heard it. I was about to step around her and head below deck. Slender fingers closed around my wrist, belying the strength in them. Her grip tightened to the point of the bones in my wrist grinding together painfully, and I struggled to conceal how disconcerted her action made me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded in a whisper.
“Excuse me?” But I was fairly sure I knew what she was talking about when she flicked a cool glance toward her fiancé. Sam had turned away and was gazing down into the lagoon’s calm waters.
“I’d like to speak with you.” She smiled, but her gaze was anything but warm.
I swallowed and nodded. “Just let me get decent.”