<strong>Mari Prescott</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The man in the room moved forward and grabbed her hands, making her struggle to free herself...breathing hard. She yanked and tugged, but the seaman was much stronger than her. Swallowing angrily, she glared at him.<br/><br/><strong>"And why should we believe you? You could be just as bad as him behind closed doors."</strong><br/><br/>Her blue eyes met his fiercely, although she knew that she should probably be a little more open to trusting him. After all, if he was telling the truth, then they'd need a protector. Her heart raced as her anger and panic combined to make her skin flush and her eyes turn wild.