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 to bite back another round of homesick tears.
     Heavenly, cursed man!