Chapter 134 Amazingly

• Amazingly that seemed to happen. Or Tony King made it happen. They made no re-appearance in the saloon at all, not even for lunch. Keith, the first mate, brought down an order for three lunches of barramundi and salad. Hannah cooked the fish, Megan served the salads, and the lunches were taken up to the upper deck, along with a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.
• “See?” Megan commented smugly as she helped Keith stack the tray. “Tony’s got those two eating out of his hands. No problem.”
• Except what they might be giving him in exchange, like personal information Hannah would prefer to keep private. She was utterly powerless to stop that and the thought of her past history being laid bare— especially to Tony King—made her feel vulnerable on too many levels.