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Margo's things were at the hotel, and she hoped to collect them when the ship stopped at Cabo. She also needed to let Lynda and Rob know that she was okay.
Hopefully, they hadn't told her parents anything.
"I'm five-ten," Jaz said and looked at Kri. "How tall are you?"
"I'm six feet even, but I can find a few T-shirts and some jeans that will fit you." Her gaze shifted to Jasmine's chest. "I'm also a DD bra size. I think that will fit you."
Jasmine's olive-toned cheeks deepened in color. "Thank you. I'll gladly take any shirts and pants you can spare, but I have a thing about wearing someone else's intimate clothing. I'll just wash what I have on tonight and hang it up to dry. Hopefully, it will be good to go tomorrow morning."
Margo frowned. "We should have asked Alberto if he packed your things. I'm pretty sure he did because he needed to make it look as if you had checked out of the hotel."
"Good point," Kri said. "From what I was told, the yacht is heading to Modana's mansion, and we have people stationed nearby. We can have someone search for your things, and if they are there, you can get them before bedtime tonight."
"Is that where we are heading?" Margo asked.
Kri nodded. "We will be docking in Puerto Vallarta in less than an hour."
A sliver of fear rushed down Margo's spine. "Is that safe? What if Kevin's hypnosis doesn't work and Modana attacks the ship?"
For a brief moment, Kri looked confused, but then her eyes flashed with understanding. "Don't worry. It will hold. Besides, Modana and his thugs are no match for our force. The ship is well protected."
If they had left people near Modana's estate, there were fewer of them to protect the ship, but Kri seemed confident that it was safe, and Margo had to take her word for it. "Before we got sidetracked, you started to say something about the other people staying on this deck."
"Oh, yes." Kri turned to Jasmine. "If they don't talk to you, don't try to engage them. None of them speaks anything but Spanish. The staff speaks Russian, so if you know any, you are welcome to use it."
"I don't speak Russian," Jasmine said. "And I don't speak Persian either. Languages are not my forte."
Mia shook her head. "That doesn't cover it, Kri. Some of the Spanish-speaking women are very skittish." She turned to Jasmine. "Try not to startle them by talking loudly, making any sudden movements, or even looking at them for too long. They are easily frightened."
That didn't sound right, and Margo's suspicious mind immediately latched on to that. "Why are they so skittish? Are you smuggling illegals into the United States?"
Kri laughed. "Yes, we are, but not for any nefarious reasons, so you can wipe that accusing expression off your face. These women have been victimized, and we are taking them to where they can get help and a chance of a better life. I can't say any more about it without putting them at risk, so you will have to be satisfied with that."
Margo must have looked skeptical because Mia reached for her hand. "That's the truth, Margo. We are doing a good thing for these women, and the best way you and Jasmine can help them is by pretending that you've never seen them or heard anything about them."
Jasmine nodded. "Got it. See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil."
Kri regarded her with a raised brow. "Not really applicable in this situation, but if you substitute evil with traumatized women, it works."
"That's what I meant." Jasmine lifted her hands in the air. "Evil was done to these women, and I'm going to pretend not to see it or hear it, and I won't speak it."
The Guardian shrugged her massive shoulders. "Works for me."
8
NEGAL
While Negal brushed his teeth and shaved, the hot water was running in the shower and filling the enclosure with steam.
Unlike his two teammates, his face was clean of makeup because he'd washed it at Modana's mansion, and he didn't want to dwell on why he had taken that extra ten seconds in the bathroom before rushing to board the helicopter.
The makeup had just felt like he had mud on his face. It wasn't because he'd wanted Margo to see him in all of his godly glory, and when she'd fainted, he hadn't hoped it was because of her response to him.
Not at all.
He was such a miserable liar.
The truth was that he truly believed it was Frankie's fault. If she hadn't planted the thought in his head, he would have never thought of Margo in terms of a likely fated mate or even a woman that he was interested in.
