“Kidding!”
“You know they got that on video, right?”
I slammed on the brakes right in the middle of U.S. 19. Cars raced around us, blaring their horns, cursing our mothers and any future children we would have.
“Damn it, Kendra. Seriously. Pull over. I’ll drive.”
“What are you talking about? On video?” I glared at him and held up my middle finger to the elderly driver behind me, who laid on her horn. “Cheese and crackers. Don’t they know we’re having a conversation here?” I flipped off a second driver who sped around us, screaming obscenities out the window.
“Kendra, please, Goldilocks, pull over or keep moving. I don’t want to get blood on this suit because of a road rage driver. It’s my last good suit,” Rowan pleaded.
He was a smoke show in the dark navy suit today. This time, he wore a tie, which made all my lady bits tingle with anticipation for when we were alone later, and I could take it all off.
I was already devising other positions to try having sex with him.
“Kendra?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I hit the gas, and we lurched forward. “I’m going. But you better start talking, mister. What do you mean video?”
“The Flamingo Cove Marina has cameras everywhere. They put them in after a murder along the beach a few years ago.”
“That murder didn’t happen at the beach,” I corrected him. “It was elsewhere. And it wasn’t random. The murderer knew the victim.”
“Doesn’t matter who did the crime, the marina wanted to add security, so they tripled the cameras,” Rowan explained. “And one of them was pointed at the shower.”
“They had a camera in the shower?” I nearly braked again in astonishment but didn’t feel like getting the lecture on bad driving. I wasn’t a bad driver. I was an easily-excited driver. This is why I mostly stuck to golf carts and boats. Fewer people on the “road.”
“Not in the shower. The outside. And they got a great view of you knocking it down.”
“I wouldn’t say I knocked it down,” I said, biting my lip.
“What would you say, then?”
“I might have, possibly, on a slim chance, maybe, helped that rundown shower reach its tipping point.”
“Well, your tipping point was caught on 4K video.”
“Shit!”
“Yeah, shit!” Rowan let out a strangled-sounding laugh. “Imagine my surprise when the Harbormaster paid me a visit the next day.”
I bit back a smile as I imagined it. “Nooooo.”
“Yes! She couldn’t look me in the eye.”
“Did you tell her my name?” I glanced at him.
“No. I did not. It’s not her business.”
“It is if they decided to arrest us for public indecency!” I cried. “Damn. Now I have to get Warren to help me. And this case will probably cause his head to explode.”
“Who’s Warren?”
I was thrilled at the note of jealousy I heard in Rowan’s voice. “Warren Atwell and I went to school together. He also lives on the island. He’s a lawyer. Kind of a jack of all trades, master of none.”
“Interesting.”
“He might also be a robot,” I added. “I’ve seen Spock inStar Trekshow more emotion.”
