Scarlett POV
Jaxen’s silhouette disappeared around the corner of the deck, and I finally let my eyes close.
Of course, the “grand prize” was his doing.
The man could never leave well enough alone.
He wasn’t even supposed to be in the States, let alone on a damn cruise ship in the middle of the ocean.
A faint trace of his scent still clung to the air where he’d stood, the same scent that used to make my pulse jump and now just made my stomach turn.
I swallowed hard against the sudden tightness in my throat.
My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms hard enough to sting.
The little shopping bag I’d been so happy about earlier suddenly felt contaminated.
I didn’t want his money, his “generosity,” or whatever game he was playing.
I dumped the bag on th
