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“Why?”

“Just do it!”

“Okay, jeez,” she mumbled, pulling it from her handbag and handing it to him. “We don’t want our tenacious detective tracking you through this,” he declared, quickly removing the sim card and throwing it overboard.

“Scott! I could’ve just turned it off.”

“Yeah, but now I don’t have to worry about you turning it back on,” he retorted. “Are you ready to see the cabin now?”

“Absolutely.”

The salon was smaller than the one on the catamaran, but the layout gave it an airy spaciousness, and when he opened the door to the cabin, she caught her breath.

“I told you it was nice,” he declared. “Why are you so surprised?”

“Nice? Nice is my grandmother’s sweater,” she exclaimed. “This is gorgeous. It’s like something out of a magazine.”

“The trip should be smooth. Why don’t you lie down and get some rest?”

“Can I have a hug before you go?” she asked, leaning against his hard, muscled body. “I’m still freaked out with everything that’s happening.”

“I’m sure you are, and I bet I only know the tip of the iceberg.”

“I’m sorry, Scott. It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure about that as well,” he murmured, moving his arms around her, “but you need to get some sleep.”

“I do, desperately, and I know I keep saying this, but thank you.”

Holding her for a long minute, he abruptly clutched her hair, jerked back her head, and pressed his mouth on hers in a long, devouring kiss.

“Mmm,” she mumbled as they broke apart. “That was heavenly.”

He smiled, then turned and left the cabin.

As the door closed behind him, she leaned back against it and ran her fingers over her lips.

A chill rippled through her body.

His lingering kiss had carried a message.

She just wasn’t sure what it was.

Motoring the yacht out of the bay and into the open ocean, Scott was met by a swift trade wind. He loved working with the sails and being at one with the sea. It cleared his head and soothed his soul, but returning to the cockpit, he couldn’t shake the anxiety rippling through his veins.

It was likely Elizabeth seemed familiar because she was his type. An auburn-haired spitfire with a smart mouth, a hot body, and mischief in her eyes. But it was obvious she was in trouble up to her neck, and with his highly tuned commando instincts, Scott sensed Dan Miller wasn’t a man to give up easily.

Moving into the salon and grabbing a bottle of iced tea, he popped the top, took a swig, then checked his phone for messages. He’d been trained to be patient, but when the blank screen stared back at him, his restraint took a back seat. It was time to do his own digging.

Moving to the cabin in which Elizabeth was sleeping, he gently opened the door and crept inside. Standing at the foot of the bed, he listened to her deep, even breathing. She was fast asleep. Carefully lifting her bag, he carried it into the adjacent cabin and locked the door behind him.

Unbuckling the straps and opening it up, he unzipped the inside pocket. A California driver’s license confirmed her name as Elizabeth McKay. It was two years old. Continuing to search her wallet, he found nothing of particular note.

Grateful her clothes weren’t neatly packed, he quickly rummaged through them. Almost at the bottom, his fingers touched something he couldn’t discern.

He lifted it out.

Staring at the fat wad of bills, a dark frown creased his forehead.

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