They had a drawer full.
Thanks. I owe you. Bobbie.
Drew attempted to hustle her out the door after she signed her name, but before she let herself be led away, Bobbie broke off and found a small bowl on a shelf which she filled with water in the attached lav. Once she put the bowl down, she crouched on the floor and kissed Reyghan on the head. “You be a good girl. Sheila will be here for you, soon.”
That last was for Drew’s benefit.
The little dog gave a full body wiggle, and Bobbie wanted nothing more than to scoop up her pup and run. But?—
“Are you done?” Drew snapped. “We need to get moving.”
Bobbie nodded, and with one last pat to Reyghan’s head, she led the way out of the office and back to the van as languidly as possible.
They each picked up a box which they carried down the pier—Bobbie, slowly again—then repeated the action until they had everything aboard and secure.
Bobbie scanned the horizon, but didn’t see any white knights coming to the rescue.
Shit.
She ignored her brothers as she set about methodically readying her boat. Eventually—without their help and wastingas much time as possible—she puttered out of the harbor, using her small motor until her craft was clear of all moorings.
Another sigh threatened to escape.
This was usually Bobbie’s happy time; hoisting her sails to catch the wind; feeling the sheets catch, and reveling as the hull began cutting through the waves. But with Drew and Jeff lurking, all she had this morning was a sour taste in her mouth.
Bitterly, she hoped for rough waters where the two non-sailors—who as far as she knew, couldn’t even swim—might get sick as dogs, but she knew that wasn’t in the cards for today. The forecast she’d checked first thing had mentioned clear skies and smooth sailing.
Too bad.
Bobbie stood at the helm and chewed her lip while her brothers sat below, brooding or whatever else they were capable of doing. Who the hell cared what they were up to?
They’d already completely fucked up the day.
Only one thing now reverberated in her head.
Exactly what the hell would happen today?
There was no way for Bobbie to know.
CHAPTER 29
Buck had mobilizedeveryone as quickly as possible so they could come up with a new plan, but only had one goal in mind once that was accomplished. Get to the harbor and somehow follow Bobbie’s boat. The only problem was, he didn’t own a vessel of his own at this juncture, and…
He thought about it, and could only hope.
The sub.
Without hesitation, he called Spencer.
“Mmmph. Bro,” Spencer picked up groggily. “What the fuck time is it, anyway?”
Buck didn’t have the patience for niceties, and dove right in.
“Bobbie’s brothers are on her boat. They basically hijacked her trip to Canada. You know what we had going on today, and now there’s a new plan. I don’t want that to be blown all to hell, but I’m really worried over what will happen to her when Drew and Jeff find out that Border Patrol and the Coast Guard want to board them at sea, which is now what’s going to happen. I need to be on her tail.”
“I’m putting you on speaker,” Spence told him, then addressed his wife. “Tabbi. How ready is that sub for a rescue voyage?”
Buck was never happier that he and his brother were so in tune that he didn’t have to waste time explaining.
