Page 39 of Her Loving Hero

Kane shrugged. “Maybe. We need to get to know one another better.” He looked around the seating area. “Are you gentlemen drinking?” The three Middle Easterners shook their heads.

“I am,” Bob said. Wyatt nodded.

Kane lifted his hand. “There was a server I told to set aside some oysters. I’m from Virginia, and these were out of this world.”

Wyatt watched as Chris Lancaster and the other Lancaster girl began to serve hors d’oeurves, sparkling water and drinks to everyone.

When everyone had a glass, Kane raised his. “A toast,” he said.

“What are we toasting?” Amer asked.

“I know that your company was a major force behind the successful trading going on between Oman and the United Arab Emirates. It shook international financial news when the UAE overtook Taiwan as number four in trade with Oman.”

The Shanfari brothers nodded modestly, however you could see Harthy was not happy. Yemen wanted Oman to throw its weight in with them, and they weren’t happy the more that Oman sided with UAE and Saudi Arabia.

Wyatt watched out of the corner of his eye as one of the Lancaster girls left to go get more sauce for the oysters. Chris stayed. He moved closer to the Omani brothers.

Shit, was he still trying to record them with his phone?

Loud voices were heard in English and Arabic at the dock. They all turned to look, but they couldn’t see over the rail. Somebody was demanding to be let aboard the yacht.

Amer chuckled. “This should be interesting,” in Arabic. “Occasionally somebody will attempt to bypass security, it will be taken care of.”

“Actually, I can’t believe somebody made it this far if they weren’t invited,” his brother said.

Weatherly was getting pissed and confused at being excluded but the three Middle Eastern men didn’t seem concerned as they continued to laugh and joke in Arabic.

Then the words, ‘London Times’ were clearly shouted, and the two men’s faces froze.

Wyatt was careful not to react, but he knew that the reporter who had been killed had worked for the London Times. Who the hell was at the dock making a scene? Were they nuts?

Wyatt snuck at look at Kane and they both watched as Amer motioned one of their three bodyguards to check on things.

“I’m going to see what’s going on,” Harthy said.

“Sit down,” Amer commanded.

The Yemeni man turned slowly and looked down at Amer. “Never tell me what to do,” the Yemeni man said in a deadly voice.

Amer blanched.

Harthy stalked across the deck and looked over the rail. Even from where he was sitting, Wyatt could see he was furious.

“You! Harthy!” the man on the dock shouted in English. “I want to talk to you. You had Myers killed!”

Harthy backed up from the rail. He looked around. Everyone at the party had stopped their conversations and were looking at him. The two other bodyguards were now beside Harthy and he was talking to them. They immediately headed off the boat to deal with the situation. Harthy came back. Wyatt watched as he worked to smooth his expression from anger to calm.

“Who is Myers?” Weatherly immediately asked.

“It is the rantings of a madman, pay no mind,” Harthy said with a strained smile as he sat down.

“He seems to hate you,” Weatherly continued.

Amer stood up. “Have you seen the media room on the lower deck?” he asked Weatherly.

“We’re still talking business.”

“You’re done.” The Yemen’s man’s voice was harsh. “Go with Amer. I want to talk to Forrester.” Harthy easily dismissed the American.