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"Hello." Edna regarded her with a smile. "You're a brave soul for coming with us."
"Why, because I'm human?"
"Why else?" Edna tilted her head as if that was a silly question. "Until you transition, you are vulnerable. By the way, do you have any paranormal talents?"
"I can sniff a sale a mile away. Does that count?"
Edna laughed. "It might. Depends on how accurate your predictions are."
"I'm rarely wrong."
"Then perhaps that's your paranormal talent."
"I think everyone is here." Kalugal scanned the group. "Is anyone missing?"
"Negal," Dagor said. "Where did he go? He was here a few moments ago."
"He went to get guns for the two of you," Max said. "Do you know how to use it? I don't want you to accidentally shoot yourself or, worse, your mate."
"We know how to operate firearms, and Frankie is not my mate."
The grin that spread over Max's face demanded a punch to wipe it off, but Dagor stifled the urge. "Don't get any ideas." He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "For the duration of the cruise, she's mine."
Max arched a brow at Frankie. "Is that true?"
She shrugged. "It depends."
Dagor glared at her. "On what?"
"On how well you behave." She smiled sweetly at him. "I can give you the list of acceptable and unacceptable behaviors right now or later. Your choice."
"Have I offended you in any way?"
"As I said. Now or later. Choose."
With Max being an ass and listening in eagerly, the answer was obvious. "Later."
Grinning, Frankie stretched up on her toes and kissed Dagor on the lips. "That's what I thought."
Frankie
Usually, Frankie didn't like jealous, possessive guys. They were bad news. But in Dagor's case, she welcomed his jealousy.
He'd been so smug with his assertions that their romance would only last until the end of the cruise, but given his reaction to Max’s barely-there flirting, he was falling for her, and it felt effing awesome.
A god was falling in love with her.
Talk about bragging rights. Except, she was under compulsion to keep her mouth shut about gods and immortals, and that was a damn shame.
As their group walked down the gangway, Frankie eyed the four converted trucks lined up just beyond the inspection point. They had canvas canopies for shade and four rows of two seats in each.
Having no air conditioning was going to be miserable, but it was too late to back out now. Besides, it was an opportunity to spend more time with Dagor, and Frankie wasn't going to give it up just because she was a spoiled city girl who didn't like to sweat.
Thankfully, she'd had the foresight to smear bug repellent over every area of exposed skin, including her feet.
She showed her passport, Dagor flashed his, and they walked through.
"What nationality do you claim?" she whispered.
