“I don’t understand what you mean by that. Jaxon’s tight-lipped expression turned further south. I want to be the fiancée you can be proud of.” If you want to cry, cry.”Ĭharlie reached up and laid her hand on his cheek. Jaxon leaned over until his face was next to hers in the mirror. “The captain’s son was not allowed to cry.” Jaxon’s brow knitted and his mouth was set in a line.
“If we get there and you look like you’ve been crying, everyone will think you’re not happy,” he teased handing her his handkerchief.Ĭharlie took a deep breath and slowly blew it out between her lips and forced back the tears. “If you don’t want me to cry, stop being so nice to me all the time.” “A treasure from the sea for my treasure from the sea. He had draped a string of pearls around her neck. Close your eyes.”Ĭharlie closed her eyes and felt him place something around her neck. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look? But I think you’re missing something. Jaxon wondered if she would feel the same way about him had they not been forced together by circumstance.
It was hard to equate this beautiful woman to the little spitfire that had come aboard his ship. He stood behind her looking at her in the mirror. She saw him react to the mention of Morty’s name and wished she had just kept her mouth shut.
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