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She thought she was being cute.

For once, she was not.

“Twitchy doesn’t cover it,” I growled.

“Do you have any idea who those men were?” Mason picked up the interrogation.

“No. And no one spoke.”

Well, that was unhelpful.

“Where are you taking me?”

“There’s an airport in Tortuga—”

“Carlos has friends there. Before one of them took us to the dock and gave him a boat, we were at a house near the water. I counted fourteen men there. Two of them came with us to the island.”

The cousin.

Pete slowed the boat as we neared the peninsula of the mainland.

“Jack, check and see if there are any airstrips north.”

I took out my phone and pulled up the map.

“Nothing. We’d have to go thirty miles south of Tortuga. It’s a dirt runway.”

“Not enough gas.”

“Tortuga it is,” Mason decided.

“We’ll pull into the bay and check it out. We could anchor and stay on the boat. Shep said our ride would be here in an hour.”

Catarina groaned at Pete’s declaration.

“Gotta learn to embrace the suck, Kitty Cat,” Mason unwisely remarked.

“I swear on all things holy if you come at me with any more Navy SEAL sayings, I’m tossing you overboard. The only easy day was not yesterday. I’m already someone special, and I don’t need to not back down from sharks because I’m never getting into shark-infested waters. I’m woman enough to admit I’m afraid of them. But if you want to test the waters and take a swim, by all means, buddy, keep talking.”

Mason smiled at Cat, then he turned his attention to Calista.

“Hand me your mag. I’ll reload it.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m a man of my word.”

Calista dropped the mag out of the pistol and handed it to Mason.

With nothing but the sound of the engine and the waves lapping against the hull, I blew a breath.

Cat was sitting next to me.

Safe.

But I was still reddening her ass the first chance I got.

Chapter Twenty-Six