“Should I cook, too?” he asked her.
“Hm.” She shrugged. “I don’t see why not. But while we’re at breakfast, we can also see what everyone else is doing!”
He laughed. “I can go to the casino!” he told her. “Play with your winnings. Oh, wait, I was sitting with you when the bonus came in. And we’re such a delightful and perfect married couple—half of it must be mine!”
She grimaced. “Um, seriously, we’re undercover, and we made money, and... Okay, I have never had anything like that happen to me before, working as myself as an agent or undercover!”
He laughed. “I’m sure we could hang around with our new friends and pay some of it back. Still, I was joking. The casino stuff seems to happen at night. I’m hoping desperately that we get something solid soon and, after last night, I’m thinking that we might have been looking at the wrong duos.”
“Meaning?”
“Okay, Celia and Jeff are a couple—she holds the reins. Daniel and Broderick are brothers but Broderick is the older one and it seems that he calls the shots. Amelia... hm. Have no idea yet on Amelia, other than that she wanted something from Edward that he claims he can’t answer for her. Edward—seems like the nicest guy in the world and while George is watching him, I believe that whether he’s innocent of not, he won’t be able to kill anyone.”
“George is still a human being. One human being,” Chloe reminded him.
“And that is true. And here’s something that is true, too. Despite all the best work possible in our tech and forensic teams, we could be on a cruise that’s just a cruise,” he said. “But—”
“You don’t believe that and neither do I,” Chloe said.
“No, I don’t. But our situation makes it difficult to have all the information we should have at hand, though our burner phones lead to burner phones and we can ask questions if we need to. But if anyone had more answers for us, they’d be calling us,” Wes said. “Anyway! Hey, my love, it’s breakfast time. I’m hungry.”
“Right, okay, so...”
He grinned as he headed to the cabin door. “Maybe we should have a little spat. I think we’re too perfect as a married couple.”
“That’s because we’re not really a married couple,” Chloe reminded him.
“That’s my point!” he said. He grinned and shrugged at her. “Although, honestly, you don’t make a bad wife!”
Chloe groaned, but he’d made her laugh. He could do that, even under the tension of their current situation. And, of course, she was human.
Wes was not an unattractive guy and there had been moments when he’d been holding her, touching her that...
There have been moments when I almost believe that it’s real, when I’ve wished that it’s real...
“Breakfast!” she announced, nor wanting to linger in the room with her thoughts. She tried to remind herself that they’d just met.
But, of course, that was a wee bit different when you were thrown together as closely as they were and when...
When it surprisingly seemed to go so well, at least between the two of them. The case, their mission, was frustrating.
But they could share their thoughts and frustrations.
“Where shall we wander this morning?” he asked her.
“The open deck—that’s where our usual crowd seems to gather!” she told him.
“Open deck buffet it is!”
They headed out of their room and toward the inside/outside open deck buffet breakfast where, as Wes had noted, it seemed their growing group of friends appeared to be congregating.
Their six murder suspects.
With a few additions. Sally, always eager to find Edward, and, of course, George Garcia, ever vigilant for another attack on Edward.
“Think Edward might be in danger from a sweet silver-haired lady?” Chloe asked Wes.
He looked at her, grinning.
