“Jeremy and me, and you and Devan in the other which leaves two cabins for Tohan and the other crew members,” Blondie said.
Millie stopped in front of C119. “It doesn’t matter which cabin you choose. They’re identical.”
“Who are you?” Jeremy rudely demanded. “You look familiar.”
Counting to three, Millie sucked in a breath. “My name is Millie Armati. I’m the ship’s cruise director. I might look familiar because you and I crossed paths at Bimini’s Yacht Clubwhen you grabbed my dog and acted as if you were going to toss him in the water.”
Instead of looking embarrassed, the man had the nerve to look pleased with himself, as if he’d done something good. “I remember now. You and those old biddies who were snapping selfies, not paying attention let your mutt board Sea-nanigans.”
“Scout is not a mutt. He has better manners than you,” she gritted out. “You’re being treated much kinder than you deserve.”
“Whatever.” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Save your breath toots.”
It took everything in Millie’s power not to reach out and slap the smug smile off his face. She spun around so that her back was to him. “What are your names?”
“I’m Sasha,” the brunette said. “This is Willow.”
“Pleasure.” Millie shook their hands and turned to the crew, who introduced themselves. “Like I said, there are four cabins. It’s up to you to sort out who bunks where. In the meantime, I’ll track down toiletries and clothing.”
Working her way down the hall, Millie unlocked the cabin doors and propped them open. “I’ll also be bringing you keycards so you can enter and exit the cabins. As far as onboard charges, you’ll need to visit Guest Services to set up a charge account.”
Devan stopped her. “You have a cool keycard.”
“Yours won’t look like this,” Millie said. “Officers and senior supervisors’ cards are, of course, different from crew members.”
“I’m not working as an employee,” Jeremy sneered.
“We don’t expect you to. However, you will need the keycard to access the cabins and for any purchasesafteryou set up anaccount. In other words, cash cannot be used on board, except in the casino.”
Tohan, the yacht captain, thanked Millie. The others echoed similar sentiments, perhaps finally realizing the seriousness of their situation and appreciative of being rescued. Everyone except for Jeremy.
“I should return within the hour.” Millie spun on her heel and walked off. She made it halfway to Guest Services, where the lost and found was located when her cell phone rang. It was Nic.
“Hello, my love. I spoke with Patterson. He told me you were helping our rescued passengers settle in, and that one of them might be…challenging.”
“More like a PITP.”
“A PITP?”
“Pain in the posterior.”
“How so?”
She fired off a few examples of Jeremy’s misbehavior.
“I suppose this means we’ll need to keep an eye on them.”
“You’ll need at least two. Maybe more,” Millie said. “How did we get so lucky to get rid of one troublemaking crew member and end up with someone who is probably even worse?”
Chapter 11
“Felix, do you copy?”
“Go ahead, Millie.”
“Can you start my crafts class up in the library? I’m helping Patterson get the rescued passengers settled and am running behind.”
“10-4. I saw the rescue. Those people got lucky.”
