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“I should’ve told you about the missing equipment.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are there any other suspicions you haven’t shared?”
“No.”
“Any missing boats?”
“No.”
“Secret bodies?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Hidden wives?”
“Definitely not.”
“Girlfriends?”
“Calle.”
“Women waiting in ports around the world?”
I pulled her against me.
“There is only one woman I’m trying to convince to trust me.”
Her hands settled against my chest.
“How is that going?”
“Slowly.”
“I think you need more practice.”
I lowered my mouth to hers.
This kiss was different from the one beside the house.
No fear.
No audience.
No desperate need to prove we had both survived.
I took my time.
Calle rose against me, her arms moving around my neck. She tasted like the sweet tea Hazel made with too much pineapple.
When I lifted my head, her eyes remained closed.
“That was better,” she whispered.
“More practice?”
