“Right. Well, so far, at least, we’ve kept two people alive!”
“Well, there you go. Life is the one thing you can never get back, so... okay, yeah, yeah, it’s morning. Up and at ’em!”
He rose quickly and headed out of the bedroom for the shower. She smiled, watching him depart in all his naked glory.
But then again, everything happening was so complex. But she did respect, admire and care for the man—as well as find him extremely amazing in every intimate way. Not just in the culmination of that intimacy, but in the tenderness he was capable of with every movement, no matter how wild, hard, exciting and...
The ship would dock. And then...
The ship would dock, but not yet. And, she realized, whether Amellia was guilty of attempted murder or not, she still believed that something was still planned on the ship. Either the death of a major player, like Edward, or...
Many deaths, as had occurred in Broward County.
“It’s all yours!” Wes called.
She was good at getting ready, but damn, he was fast!
She forced herself to rise quickly and streaked into the bathroom, noting only that Wes, hair still damp from the shower, was nevertheless dressed for the day at sea. He was wearing swim shorts and a casual knit shirt.
She’d throw on her suit beneath a terry cover-up, she thought, and they’d be ready for anything they chose to do without having to return to the cabin.
A few minutes later, she was ready as well.
“People did go off to bed early last night,” Chloe reminded him.
“We don’t really know if that was true for everyone,” Wes reminded her. “Remember, Buffalo Queen, others might have gone dancing or gambling.” He smiled “Wewent to bed early, remember?”
She laughed and teased, “Did we?”
He just shook his head and opened the door. “Whatever, I did work up an appetite. We’ll head out to the usual.”
When they arrived at the breakfast buffet, only Edward, George and Sally were there. But Edward, looking very serious, waved to them, indicating that they should come and join them. Wes nodded to the man and he and Chloe went through the line.
“You are hungry,” Chloe laughed, seeing that he chose an omelet, a waffle, a stack of bacon and an extra plate of fruit.
“Hey, come on, you didn’t work up any kind of appetite?” he teased.
“I ordered an omelet,” she said sagely. “Only so much will fit in the stomach no matter what!”
He grinned. “Well, at least you have toast and breakfast potatoes with your little plate of eggs!”
“Gee,” she teased. “I guess it just wasn’t that exhausting for me!”
“I didn’t think I was doing all the work,” he returned.
Grinning, she headed for the table with Wes right behind her.
When they had taken their seats, they realized that Edward was staring at them speculatively.
“Is everything all right?” Chloe asked him.
“I heard you got a tour of our beautiful yacht!” Edward told her.
“We did. Captain Millbrook... Well, he was very nice. He said that we deserved the ‘works,’ but since we got the tickets with the ‘works,’ he thought that a real tour of the ship would be great. And it was!” Chloe assured him.
“And, yeah, well, this is way bigger than what I’m accustomed to!” Wes assured him. “I thought I had a nice dive boat. Then again, mine is kind of like the one we went outin to dive to the wreck. Except that I have a pretty decent cabin and a galley, things that many dive boats don’t, since they’re set up for trips that last maybe four or five hours. Still, nothing that compares to a mega yacht!”
“I wasn’t thinking so much about the ship,” Edward said. “I was wondering if he brought you in to see where they’re keeping Amelia.”
