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“And Rafe went willingly down below?” I questioned. That didn’t seem at all like Rafe. He never relinquished the upper hand. That had to mean something else was going on here. “Where are they?”

Fox shrugged. “When Cash said to stay up here, I did it. He’s the boss.”

“Since when have you ever listened to anything Cash says?”

“Since I found a new woman that’s an aichmomaniac.”

I wasn’t even sure that was a word. “A what?”

“A person that loves knives. Now I have a little harem of women that are just like me,” he grinned.

“She is not like you. And you do not have a harem.”

“I beg to differ. Look at how awesome she is,” he said, pointing to the wood across the ship.

I glanced that way, but I really didn’t give a fuck. “Yeah, that’s great. Can you put the knives away now?”

“Do you realize what you have here? This is like…the holy grail!”

“I’m not seeing it the same way you are.”

He frowned. “That’s because you don’t understand the true strength of her power. Go stand over there while she throws a knife at you.”

I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, just go over there. She’ll throw the knife and you’ll see how truly awesome she is.”

“Are you fucking crazy? Of course you are. I’m talking to Fox. Look, normal couples donotbond over whether or not one person can throw a knife really well at the other.”

“Ah, but you’re not a normal couple, are you? See, you had a one-night-stand. She nearly died because of a bomb. You jumped out a window with her. Then you kidnapped—”

“I don’t need a fucking replay of what happened! What I need is for you to not turn her into a psychopath.”

“Ouch. That hurts, man. You know, I was on your side. I was rooting for you the whole time.”

“Me too, which is why I need you to back the fuck off and stop doing your Fox shit.”

“Fine,” he stiffened. “But don’t come crawling to me when you need a woman that can throw a knife and there’s no one around. I mean, besides the other women I’ve trained.”

That was enough crazy for one day. The problem with Fox was that he was always around when you didn’t want him. And unfortunately, there were a lot of times you did need him. So, he was pretty much always there.

“So, you don’t like him teaching me to defend myself,” Sarah said.

“Can we just take this week one crisis at a time? Do we really need to add to the mix by you potentially cutting off a finger?”

A door slammed open behind me and I spun around, watching a very pissed off Rafe storm across the deck. “Marcus! Get the boat ready!”

“Sir—”

“Our guests are leaving.”

“Um…” Cash walked up to me, shaking his head. “What’s going on, Cash?”

“The usual. Rafe is kicking us off the boat for not being useful.”

“Can’t we just get a helicopter?”

“We could, but I don’t think he’ll allow us the time to organize one.”

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