Chapter 4
“Jennie!” Isobel was glad that she’d suggested a breakfast meeting. She could feel her friend’s ribs in their hug. Maybe she could distract her long enough to actually eat something.
“This is the location scout I told you about. Isobel Manella, Devlin Jones.”
“Hello—” Isobel turned with her hand half-extended, then froze in place. “Mr. Jones,” slipped out from practiced politeness.
Her nameless sailor. Her nameless asshole sailor who had absolutely recognized her. Who had let her babble on about sailing and being named Belle like she was some airheaded i***t.
He studied her face for just an instant, then his blue eyes went as stormy dark and dangerous as any villain’s.
With a set jaw, he shook her hand as if it was a block of wood.
“Ms. Manella.” Then he dropped it like he
