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“I figured so – since you devoured the nachos before Miguel and I could get a share.” He laughed at her wicked grin.
“What can I say, they were delicious. I was hungry.”
“If you can be hungry again later, how about I pick you up for a late dinner at the steakhouse on board the ship. It’s got a fabulous reputation, a good menu and it’s exclusive with only a small number of tables. People don’t choose to pay for dinner when there’s free food most other places.”
“I’d like that. Yes. We can go after Miguel’s in bed. Speaking of the kid, where did he go?”
“I saw him head for the pool.”
“Okay, I’ll go and swim with him while you make the reservations for later.” Rylee headed back to the pool and got there in time to see a man yelling at the boy.
Jumping into the water, she swam across and interfered, glad when Miguel sidled over to her and stayed close. “What’s the problem?”
A buff idiot, obviously too drunk to even be in the water, brushed past her to wave his finger at the boy. “This kid jumped on top of me. I could have drowned.”
Another man close by shook his head, disgust obvious, interrupted. “He didn’t even come close, man. You weren’t paying attention and banged your head into the side of the pool. Leave the kid alone.”
“Mind your own fucking business, okay? I was talking to her.” He moved closer in the water, still trying to reach for Miguel. She pushed the boy to the stairs. “Let’s go. He’s obviously had too much to drink.”
Thinking to sidestep any trouble, yet not having it in her to back down, she gave him her cop look that most often brought instant attention. Unfortunately, numbnut’s brain was addled from too many cocktails and it didn’t have much power.
What did bring him to his senses was having Jake step in between them. “Trouble? My kid bothering you?” A well-built man, powerful, he had a body that caused her to drool… a lot.
For most men, it would have the effect of calming them down. But then the bitcher didn’t have a working brain cell left to signal he needed to back off.
The bystander who did, chuckled – his grin meeting Rylee’s disgruntled expression. Being saved by a man, not her style, even if it was Jake, Rylee swallowed her irritation. Miguel had pulled at her hand, and she sensed his fear.
Right. Time to get him out of here.
The last thing she saw was Jake helping the drunk to the stairs. Poor guy was choking. Whaa? It looked as if he’d been underwater too long.
Hmm!
