Taryn's Sunday Snippits Heavenly, cursed man! CASTAWAY HEARTS #excerpt

     “What? Do you want to rub more salt into my wounds?” Catherine spit the words in his direction.
     “No, Catherine, I wish to apologize.” Dawson knelt down and took a seat next to her on the grass. “For what I said last night and for what I mentioned at dinner tonight. I only meant to tease.”
     “Well, that’s cruel mockery on your part.” He smelled of pine and tobacco, familiar scents that reminded her of England and caused her...