“You mean, we both think that he’s innocent and remains in danger?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Instinct?” she asked him. “I don’t know. But we’ve seen people trying to get near him. It would be interesting to know how lunch went today. And thank God they sent George because I don’t know just how far we could havepushed it, watching over Edward and trying to see what the others were up to, too.”
“We do have George,” Wes agreed. “And if we head out, have a few of those amazing nonalcoholic beers, head into dinner... we’ll find out more.”
“Yes, right. Of course. I’m ready!” she told him.
They really hadn’t taken much time since their return to the ship, but then again, when the captain said a time to leave the port, he meant it.
When they headed up to have their mocktails, the ship was already at sea again; Jamaica was a memory disappearing into the dusk.
“A day at sea,” Chloe murmured as they headed out.
“And more computer and internet classes, should we choose. We haven’t attended anything by the lovely Amelia Swenson yet,” he reminded her.
She nodded. “Then again, I wonder what our people are doing when they’re not speaking to the crowds.”
“Let’s find out.”
“Maybe we’ll be the only ones having dinner with Edward and George—”
“Oh, I guarantee you, the lovely Amelia will be there.”
She laughed softly. “And maybe our new friend. The wonderful silver-haired Sally Brookins!”
“I do think she has a crush on the man.”
“And why not? She’s lively, fun, attractive...”
“Edward seems to like her!”
Chloe nodded, grinning. “Well, we head on and... wow.”
“Wow?”
“I’m tired tonight! All that climbing, sun, sea and water.”
“Ah, we’ll need to get some vitamin B—we need to go dancing, maybe try a few slots in the casino...”
She made a face, and he laughed, and then sobered quickly.“All right, well, it won’t do us any good if you pass out on the dance floor. If you want to go and get some sleep early—”
“And make my beloved husband play by himself on our second honeymoon cruise?” she asked with horror. “Never!”
“Oh, okay, gotcha! But seriously—”
“Seriously. I’ll make it!” she snapped playfully.
He almost chose to remain silent.
“Our first fight, my love. Okay, whatever. Oh, yeah, I remember. ‘As you wish!’” he told her, a smile in his voice.
They’d reached the restaurant that they’d chosen for the night—where George had automatically added them to his reservation—and he opened the door quickly.
Chloe stepped in ahead of him and he followed.
He shouldn’t have been surprised.
