CHAPTER 15

With a heavy heart, Dea stood by the bay of windows and looked out onto the beach. She was waiting for the helicopter to come and take her. It was a cloudy and gray morning. It was cloudy and gray inside her too. But she had to escape this island… she had to escape what happened between her and Theo…

She saw her reflection in the window and felt like crying.

She was again Aundrea Etheridge, the proper heiress.

Her hot-pink dress was prim with its rounded collar and short sleeves. Her white handbag hung from her forearm as she clasped her hands in front of her. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight, high ponytail and she used a slight touch of make-up to cover the dark circles around her eyes.

There was nothing left of the passionate, wild, carnal woman from last night.

Dea felt her skin go hot as the memories overwhelmed her.

During that night, she had reached for Theo, and gave herself to him unconditionally, sho