Hull grabbed Susanna off the sand in one swift motion, scooping her into his arms

and carrying her over to a sun lounger off to the side.

His face was thunderous, and Susanna started to panic, squirming in his grip.

"What are you doing? Put me down! Right now!"

Her mind flashed back to last night-him, the bathroom, the way he was. Oh

God... Surely he wouldn't try anything crazy out here, would he? The island

looked peaceful enough, but she was sure there were people around, watching

from the shadows.

Her heart began to race.

Hull dropped her onto the lounger and leaned over, trapping her completely

beneath him. Susanna blurted out in a rush, "Okay, okay! I take it back. I was

joking, alright?"

See? All she did was tease him a little about his size and he got all huffy. But

when he made fun of her figure in front of other people, she wasn't supposed to

get mad?

Hull caught her chin in his hand and kissed her fiercely.

Susanna's eyes went wide in shock. Oh come on! Why did this always happen to

her? Not here, not now, and she couldn't even fight back.

Thankfully, Hull wasn't as shameless as she'd feared. After a long, lingering

moment, he finally pulled away from her lips.

"Getting brave, aren't you?" he murmured, eyebrow raised.

He remembered how she used to be-nervous and skittish, like a kitten. Just one

look from him and she'd practically jump out of her skin.

But now? After twenty-odd days hanging out with Yvonne, Susanna had definitely

toughened up.

She whimpered, "Would you please get off me?"

This was way too intimate, way too public. She was terrified Hull might actually

lose control right here, in broad daylight, and she wasn't sure she could handle it.

After everything that had happened since yesterday... she felt like she was falling

apart.

Hull's nose brushed against hers, their breaths mingling. "Yvonne's been a bad

influence on you."

Susanna protested, "Don't say that about Yvonne! She didn't teach me any of

this."

Honestly, Yvonne spent most of her time ranting about that jerk Dan. Susanna

had to admit, Dan really was the worst-playing with people's feelings, faking his

own death? Who even does that? And somehow, they were related by blood. Life

really wasn't fair.

She hated being associated with that kind of guy.

Hull narrowed his eyes. "Defending her, huh?"

"I'm not! I'm just stating the facts."

The time with Yvonne had opened

Susanna's eyes. She finally

understood why there was never any

catfight drama between Stella and

Yvonne, like you'd see in a cheesy

soap opera. The Quinn family just

wasn't like that. They were

open-minded, easygoing, and

big-hearted. Stella, raised in that

environment, would never stoop to

Ursula's manipulative games.

No wonder Stella never bothered to

argue with Ursula-she just couldn't

be bothered. Most of the time, she'd

just roll her eyes and, if Ursula

pushed too far, settle things the

quick way.

"Anyway, I think Yvonne's great," Susanna grumbled.

Hull grinned, stood up, and pulled her into his arms as if she weighed nothing at

all.

"Put me down. I can walk by myself!" she protested, wriggling.

He ignored her, carrying her straight toward the kitchen.

Inside, the dining table was already set, but Barnaby and Silas were nowhere to

be seen.

Susanna's eyes landed on the

spread: stacks of pancakes, crispy

bacon, golden scrambled eggs and

a platter of fresh fruit. Instinctively,

she glanced down at her chest.

Flat. So flat.

Hull dished her up a bowl of creamy chowder and set it in front of her. Susanna

looked up at him, eyes wide and a little hurt.

"What?" Hull asked, puzzled.

Susanna pouted, "You're judging me, aren't you?"

Hull looked genuinely taken aback.

She sniffled, feeling sorry for herself. Back in Portis City, she'd always done things

her own way. No one had ever made her feel self-conscious-until now.