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“Hell if I know. There’s a splinter group of terrorists that sometimes boards boats in this region looking for hostages, but I don’t think that’s who he was. He seemed to be looking for something specific in your bag.”
I watch her carefully, looking for some sign that she knows what they were after, some clue that she knows how valuable the list is, but she just looks puzzled.
“What could I have that anyone would want?”
She’s either an amazing actress, or she has no idea what her brother had been doing.
“Do you still have your brother’s list?” I ask, trying to feign a casualness I don’t feel. I’d bet my left nut that someone is trying to find the weapons he stashed somewhere, besides me.
“Yes. I keep it in a Ziploc bag in my bra,” she says sheepishly. “Why? Do you think someone was after it?”
I shrug. “You did tell that prick at the bar last night there was a pot of gold at the end. Who knows? Maybe he thought you were serious.”
She makes a face at me. “You were just jealous.”
“Damn straight I was. I didn’t like the way he was touching you.”
“You don’t own me, Noah.” Her hands are on her hips, but she’s smiling.
“I intend to.”
Her smile fades as her pupils dilate. “Oh.”
Flustered, she takes a sip of water, then sets it down. “I don’t think Sebastian was really interested in the list. He was just being nice.”
“Nice, my ass,” I mutter under my breath.
She laughs at that, and this time it’s definitely my dick that responds. And everything else.
“He did think my ass was nice,” she teases.
“That’s it.” I lunge forward and haul her toward me, bringing her lips to mine. She sighs as she opens her mouth to me, her tongue stroking mine. I can’t wait to taste her, touch her, to have her again. When I let her go, we’re both panting.
“Be careful how you tease me, or I’ll have to spank you again.”
The heat that flares in her eyes tells me she finds that as appealing as I do.
We eat in silence for a few minutes, and then she asks, “Do you really think someone wants the list?”
I shrug. “Any reason why they would?” I try to keep my tone neutral.
“I don’t know. I mean, really, why would they? It’s just, something else kind of weird happened when I was in Costa Rica. I figured it was just a coincidence, but then this…” She trails off.
“What happened in Costa Rica?” My question comes out sharper than I’d intended.
“Never mind. It sounds crazy. I’m just being paranoid. It’s my specialty.”
“Hey.” I wait until she looks up at me. “Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs, and we all do the best we can. Don’t ever be embarrassed for surviving.”
She nods. “Thank you.”
“What happened?” I press.
“It was the first big thing I attempted on Liam’s list. He wanted to jump off a waterfall, so I booked a guide to take me to La Fortuna. When I jumped, some guys started shooting at me.”
“Who?” I want to rip apart anyone who tried to hurt her.
I must have a dangerous look in my eyes, because she puts a hand on my arm and says, “I was fine. Well, mostly fine.” She touches a still-pink scar on her shoulder. “Jorge, the tour guide, took me back to his house. His wife, who worked at the local hospital, patched me up because they thought I was in some kind of trouble and didn’t want to alert the authorities. At first, Jorge had thought they were shooting at me, but when I assured him I hadn’t bought drugs and didn’t even know anyone there, he said I was probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time, so I dismissed it. Because seriously, why would anyone shoot at me? But then this happened.” She waves vaguely at the boat. “And it made me wonder if therewassome connection. But I don’t know what. What would I have that anyone wants?” She pauses for minute. “Unless it’s the money.”
