Quotes from Kay Thorpe

Her cheeks burned afresh at the memory of that final night before her departure from Sibu. She had gone to his berth out in the saloon and pleaded with him to let her stay—sinking every last vestige of pride in her desperation to be with him. Only he hadn't cared. He'd told her roughly to get back to her cabin and stop making a fool of herself. Next time he needed a woman, he had said, he would make sure it was one and not some silly little girl with romantic notions.