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Or at least, that’s what Iris supposed. She also wanted to suppose that the nightmare was over—that whoever had shot at them yesterday, blown up their boat, and sent them to spend the most terrifying night of her life in a cave made of jagged shells might have decided to give up, and was most definitely not waiting for her in some nearby bistro, drinking coffee and eating baklava.

Her stomach growled as she got up.

“You can’t walk around town like that, ma’am,” Nico said.

She still clung to her towel, but under that she wore only her swimsuit.

Thank the Lord it wasn’t a bikini. But still.

“Here,” said Nico and reached for a grimy denim button-up shirt wadded into a cubby near the helm.

“Thanks.” She managed a smile, then dropped the towel and pulled on the shirt. It hung about three sizes too big, the cuffs wagging, the tail of the shirt to her knees. “Who owned this? Andre the Giant?”

“My brother, Atlas,” Nico said, laughing.

She glanced at Hudson, who appraised her, nodding.

“Thank you.” First stop was a store.

Well, no. They might need money, given that her cash was currently swimming with the fish in the depths of the Aegean.

Hudson climbed out first, then held out his hand. “Thanks again for saving us.”

Xaris shook his hand. “You know where you’re going?”

Not a clue, but Hudson grinned, nodded. “We’re staying at a resort nearby.”

They were?

Hudson took her hand, and she climbed off the boat and onto the dock. Managed not to drop to her knees and kiss the cement jetty.

Nico stood in the boat, hands on his hips. “Really familiar. You sure we haven’t met?”

“Really? You run into a lot of shipwrecked Americans?” Hudson reached down to shake his hand.

Nico laughed. “That’s it.In the Heart of the Sea.”

Iris just stared at him.

“You’re Chris Hemsworth.”

A beat, and then Hudson laughed. Something loud and full, and even Iris had to smile.

“I wish, mate,” Hud said, sounding decidedly Australian. “But I’ll take it.”

Iris rolled her eyes.

Hud took her hand. “C’mon, darlin’. Before more of my fans find me.”

“Please.” But she held on, because she was hungry and tired, and maybe he did, just a little, resemble a superhero.

Stop. She wasn’t looking for a man in her life.

They were barely friends.

In fact, as soon as she could, she needed to ditch him.

Because, despite his words, this was all her fault, and she knew it.

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