“Somebody must. Has the captain been by to talk? He’s supposed to check in with us at some point.” Abby reached into her bag and withdrew sunscreen. “Not yet. What about you? Did you get ahold of the security team?”
“Yeah. They showed me all the security feeds and gave me an updated copy of the passenger manifest. I haven't had a chance to go through it yet.” Charlotte's name was probably on there this time. If he'd known she was going to be here, he would've done his damnedest to talk her out of it and prevent the scene he’d just been a part of.
He couldn’t believe she’d sought him out like this. Talk about spontaneity. He grinned. You had to admire her for that. And he liked the way she talked back to him, verbally pushing him around.
Hell.
Why couldn’t she be anyone other than Logan’s sister?
“You mind?” Abby held the sunscreen out toward him.
“Sure.” He squirted some onto his hand and began to rub it on her shoulders.
She moaned softly. “God, I need a woman. This feels way too good.”
“You seeing anybody?” he asked.
“Not since my ex moved out a few months ago. She took a job in San Diego.”
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “Wasn’t meant to be. She asked me to go with her.”
“Do you miss her?”
Abby laughed. “Only when I need someone to put sunscreen on my back. What about you? You seeing anyone?”
He instantly thought of Charlotte, remembering how she felt in his arms, her whole body pressing against his. “Nope.”
Abby put sunglasses on and leaned back in her chair. “I hate people.”
Cowboy stared at the royals splashing each other in the pool and laughing. They were a good-looking couple—him tall and lanky, her smaller with graceful proportions. They could’ve been anyone and they still would’ve caught his eye, their happiness drawing his attention like a striking sunset that made him look twice and smile.
It wasn’t every day you saw a couple who looked that happy.
From the corner of his eye he saw a red bikini, and he turned to watch a woman with a killer figure and a big sun hat walking toward him. He hummed appreciatively in the split second before he realized who it was.
Charlotte.
Charlotte noticed him in the same moment. He could tell by the pause in her purposeful stride.
“Nice,” said Abby.
He laughed. “Sorry, she’s on my team.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because I know her.” Cowboy pushed his glasses to the top of his head as Charlotte approached. “Howdy.”
Charlotte stopped at his chair. “Hi.”
Abby sat up and extended a hand. “Abby Granger.”
“Charlotte O’Malley. It’s nice to meet you.”
Abby looked from Cowboy to Charlotte. “Did you two just meet on the ship?”
“My brother works for HERO Force with Cowboy,” said Charlotte.
