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“Correct.”

“Where we headin’ now?”

“I need to take a ride to the Main House and talk to Mah-Mah in person.”

“And that is?” she wondered, fighting to keep up. “Damn hoss, you got some long legs.”

“She’s the mother of the Hoard so to speak.”

“Ohhhh nice.” They were on a dock now. Pretty little spot where they were. “What you need to talk to her for?”

“Ask her if she has room for one more.”

“One more? You mean me?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She glanced back then stopped when he hopped on a boat with a huge fan on the back of it. “I thought I was helping you?”

“You are,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

She eyed it for a second and took it, letting him pull her onto the boat. She fell into him, getting a good feel. All muscle. Good lord, he was one sexy swamp steer. He led her to a seat and helped her on it.

She stated the obvious, “High seats.”

“For seeing.”

He fastened her seat-belt and handed her what looked like headphones. “Put these on. You want me to stash your hat, so you don’t lose it?”

“Nobody touches my hat,” she informed. “I’ll hold on to it.” She removed it and put the headphones on. “What’s this for, music?”

“To block out the noise of the boat and to hear me speak over the intercom if I need to.”

She glanced behind her, watching him climb on the seat in back of hers, curious and a little nervous.

“Can you hear me?” he asked in the headphones.

“Yes. Can you hear me?”

“I can, so you don’t need to yell.”

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“Starting up. It’s loud. And it goes fast.”

Now she was a lot nervous. “How fast?”

“It can do one thirty on a clear road.”

“Onehundredthirty?”

“Yep.”

“On aroad?”

“Water road,” he said.

“Waterroad. Got you.” The noise he warned about was felt more than heard, shaking her skin, blood and bones. “Have mercy!” she cried. “What kind of boat is this?”

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