It was all Woolf's fault - he had no right to force her into a false engagement. Before he came to Silversea, life had been uncomplicated, and if there were tense undercurrents, Cathy had not been pulled into them.
"You'd have to drag me to the alter," Cathy protested. "I'll never walk there with my own free will."
But to herself she wondered what was wrong with her? Was he right? Did she harbor a fear of love - the kind of love that flamed between a man and a woman?