Cami cupped her chin in her hand. “What are you going to ask her?”
She half expected Mia to say something along the lines ofHow could you?Or maybeWhy would you ever consider such a thing?So she was surprised when Mia said, “I’m going to ask her if my little brother left a note the night he died. She always said he didn’t. But I remembered something recently, or it’s more like a conversation I had with Carter sparked a memory, and it’s made me wonder if she lied.”
The lawyer in Cami meant she couldn’t help but ask the important question. “What if hedidleave a note? What will that change?”
Mia popped one narrow shoulder up and down. “Probably nothing. Dead is dead, right?” Her frown deepened. “But I can’t shake the feeling that if Mom lied about it...” Mia trailed off just as a light bulb went on in Cami’s head.
“Then there was something in the note she didn’t want people to see,” she finished for Mia.
“Exactly,” Mia nodded.
Cami felt sick to her stomach at the next thought. And she knew the only way to get rid of the nausea was to voice the thought aloud. “Are you thinking since she was willing to kill you that she might have had something to do with your kid brother’s death?”
Mia’s lips thinned into a straight line. “It’s crossed my mind. Which is why I want to look her in the eye when I ask her about the note. I’ll know if she’s hiding something.”
Since Cami didn’t knowwhatto say in response to that, she said nothing at all. Instead, she took another sip of her old-fashioned and let her eyes drift around the bar.
The place was packed with mostly the white-collar sort since the bar was planted squarely in the central business district—although, there were a few groups of guys sitting around in work boots and coveralls. A man in an expensive-looking pinstriped suit smiled when her gaze landed on him. He lifted a finger to his forehead in a little salute.
She quickly continued her perusal of the place. Not wanting to give the guy the idea that she was interested when she wasn’t.
Not that his chin dimple and brown eyes and Superman hair weren’t nice to look at. But she couldn’t help making the comparison between what she felt when she spotted him, a fizzle of indifference, to the electricity that’d sizzled through her system the night she’d looked across the bar and laid eyes on Doc.
Dalton “Doc” Simmons,she thought with a twist of her lips.How he manages to be the most amazing and most awful man I’ve ever met, I’ll never know.
“Oh!” Mia interrupted her thoughts. “I have news. Alex and Masonfinallygot in to view the cipher device this morning. They cracked the code and know where the treasure is.”
Never in Cami’s life had she thought she’d be part of a treasure hunt. But she could say without a shadow of a doubt that it was just as thrilling and exciting asThe Goonieshad made it look.
“Where is it?” Her question came out in hushed tones.
Mia shook her head. “They’re not saying. They’re going to tell us when we’re all together. They caught the red-eye out of Madrid tonight.” She swiped her phone screen and checked the time. “Or theywillcatch it tonight. You’d think as much as I travel, I’d be good with the time differences, but they always confuse me. Anyway”—she waved an impatient hand—“I’m booked on the same flights tomorrow as they are. Miami to Key West and Key West to Wayfarer.”
Cami dug into her purse and pulled her phone from the zippered side pocket. “Give me your flight information,” she told Mia.
“Why?” Mia blinked.
“Because as Deep Six Salvage’s lawyer, I need to know where the treasure is. Whether or not the crew can claim all of it or some of it or none of it once it’s salvaged depends on its location.”
Mia grimaced. But as an archeologist, she probably knew quite a bit about who got to claim what when it came to antiquities. “It’d be a crying shame if they didn’t get to keep at leastsomeof the loot after all the time and effort and money they’ve put into the hunt,” she muttered, sliding her phone next to Cami so Cami could read the flight information still shining on the screen.
Five minutes later, Cami had herself booked on the flights. Thumbing off her cell, she blew out a breath and proclaimed, “Technology. You got to love it.”
“You know”—Mia scrunched up her face—“I used to think the same thing. But after living on Wayfarer Island, I’ve come to appreciate life unplugged. I sleep better. I read more. I feel like there’s more time in the day. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Once I leave, I may start implementing a no electronics policy once a week.”
Cami noticed how a look of utter sadness came over Mia’s face when she saidonce I leave. And Cami used it as an opening to ask the question she’d been dying to ask ever since Mia sat down.
After all, she didn’t have herownromantic fairy tale to moon over, so the next best thing was to moon over someone else’s.
“Howarethings between you and Romeo?”
Mia’s expression became unreadable. “He’s fine. Good. He was released from the hospital this afternoon. I’m sure he’s back on Wayfarer by now.”
Cami cocked her head. “That’s great to hear, but it’s not what I asked. Did something happen after I left? Last time I saw you, you were floating on cloud nine, and now my mere mention of his name has made the skin around your eyes pinch.”
Mia’s sigh was so wounded and weary sounding, it nearly broke Cami’s heart. “He told me he loves me,” she admitted quietly.
“That bastard,” Cami declared with mock vehemence. When Mia didn’t respond, she dropped the banter and asked, “And the problem with that is you don’t love him back?”
