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“You told him exactly where we were headed in Miami.” He does a little exhale into the speaker. “I don’t care about this bullshit. You need to come in and meet me at Blix’s.”
“Why? What does he have to do with it?” I don’t like mixing with Seth’s old South Beach crew. I heard rumors they were mostly drug dealers and uniquely cruel. Maybe that’s Seth’s problem—he’s using again.
“He’s got ways to move money around undetected. When can you meet me?”
“Not today. I’m with Cal.”
“Fuck your prince.”
“Fuck you.” I’m about to hang up when he stops me.
“What about tomorrow?”
Looking over my shoulder, I see Cal has run out of patience and is headed my way. “Tomorrow’s pretty open. I’ll text you.”
“I’ll send you the address.”
It’s the last words I hear before I end the call. I shove the phone in my pocket, looking up at the sexy man walking to me, wanting to take me out of this life I’ve built.
“Had enough of paradise?” I tease.
Suspicion is in his eyes. It’s in his lowered brow and the way his mouth is a straight line. “No, I was just thinking I’m more a fan of Blue Lagoon than The Old Man and the Sea.”
Shaking my head, I tease, hoping to move us away from my phone call. “Always with the breasts. I’m not as pretty as Brook Shields.”
He catches me by the belt loops, jerking my pelvis against his. “I’m tired of arguing. Let’s get naked.”
6
Suspicions
Cal
I sit on the sand watching Zelda pace as she talks on her phone. She’s doing it again. I can’t protect her when she hides from me, and I’m losing patience with the secretive phone calls and partial information.
She’s talking to Seth. He’s pulling her into another web, and from where I’m sitting it can only lead to danger.
Logan has been keeping tabs on Wade and Reggie since they disappeared from Monagasco. They popped up again in Turkey only to be lost in the sea of Syrian refugees headed north. Last week one of our agents spotted my uncle in Morocco. It’s the last stop before crossing the Atlantic, and he’s had plenty of time to make it here.
Tortola is beautiful, and Zelda is equally gorgeous prancing around in skimpy cutoffs with her long, sexy legs on full display. I want to see her in a bikini on the beach, and I want to take that bikini off her and fuck her in the ocean. Still, every moment we stay, my tension grows. We can come back and enjoy the island when I’m satisfied we’ve dealt with the current threat.
I walk slowly toward where she’s pacing, arguing with that bastard. Her long blonde hair swishes around her shoulders, and she’s so beautiful. I wonder what it will take for her to let this shit go.
She sees me getting closer, and her demeanor changes. She ends the call and shoves her phone in her pocket, fueling the irritation rising in my chest.
“We should head back to the villa,” she says, only a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I’d love to take a swim, and then we can change and head to Bomba’s Shack for dinner? They have a full moon party.”
Stopping in front of her, I place a hand on her waist and pull her to me. Her eyes are heavy with guilt, and I reach up to trace my thumb along the side of her jaw. “Is tonight the full moon?”
Her throat moves as she swallows. She does a little nod, and I know my impatience is clear in my expression. I want her to go to Monagasco with me willingly, but I’m one secret away from taking her home by force.
“You have the keys,” I say, releasing her.
* * *
We’re alone at the villa. I’m standing on the balcony in my swim trunks and an unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt while I wait for Zelda to change. Taking out my phone, I shoot Logan a quick text.
Any news?
