Chase Me Faster Chapter 4

Michele returned to her cabin, which was hers alone. She'd had to pay a higher price for the privelege, but the privacy was worth it.

On a ship with 1,000 people, she should be able to have all the privacy she wanted. And with the innocuous name under which she'd purchased her ticket, there'd be no fear of her being invited to the Captain's table... not that she had any identity where that would ever have occurred.

Indeed, she wouldn't spend any time in the formal dining room at all, Michele decided. The liner was like a vast running buffet, she'd go into one of those side dining rooms where you could grab your food and leave, without the hassle of being set next to people at the dinner table and having to make conversation.

She didn't feel like conversation.

Michele turned to her wardrobe and eyed it critically. She'd brought a dozen pairs of shorts, a couple of summer dresses, a few pairs of slacks, and several pairs of jeans. She closed the door on the wardrobe - her current clothes - a white collared shirt tucked into royal blue slacks, were just fine to explore the ship.

Michele looked at herself in the mirror. She pursed her lips for a second...then pulled her long hair back into a ponytail and secured it with a white ribbon. With her hair off her face, it made her look five years younger...not that she looked her age anyway.

Michele's lips quirked in a smile. At least, she didn't think she did! She'd made it a habit - throughout her years as an agent - to always look older, and fatter, than she was. Now she was going to spend a few weeks just being herself.

Michele's smile faded.

Whoever that might be...