“Sure.” Dar let the word roll off her tongue, keeping her eyes pinned on the smaller woman. “Anytime.”

Christen beat a hasty retreat. Dar kept up her testy glower for a moment, then relaxed, hiking an eyebrow at the attentively watching Kerry. “Well?”

“You get a ten from the American judge.” Kerry held up her napkin, peeking behind her to see Christen and Juan in close 104 Melissa Good consultation, complete with uneasy looks in their general direction.

“You know, Dar, for someone who’s dressed like a passion fruit sundae, you really can scare the pooters out of people.”

Dar snickered, then shook her head. “I shouldn’t laugh. That probably wasn’t funny.” She eyed the two newcomers.

“You don’t seriously think those goons’ll try to find us, do you?” Kerry asked. “I mean, for running them aground. They were chasing us, Dar.”

“I don’t know.” Dar sliced off a bit of her filet and ate it. “Let me get back to you after I have a chance to check out what Mark sent.”

“Okay.” Kerry went back to her dinner. She was a little surprised at how unworried she was about this new wrinkle. In fact, she felt more intrigued than frightened. Maybe she was turning into a little bit of a risk taker. She took in a forkful of the fish, enjoying the half-sweet, half-tangy taste, then washed the mouthful down with a long sip of wine. “Dar?”

“Hm?” Dar looked up from her task of decimating her lobster tail.

“You think this is dangerous?”

Dar paused, folded her hands, and rested her chin on them.

“Dangerous?” she asked. “I think we bumped into some folks who are used to getting their own way.”

“Mm.” Kerry nodded.

“They shot flares at us last night,” Dar went on seriously, “not bullets.”

Ah. That is very, very true. “Shot them off the sides, too,” Kerry realized. “So you think they’re overbearing, obnoxious bullies, but only willing to go so far to achieve their goals?”

“Exactly.” Dar went back to her plate with a satisfied look.

“Unfortunately for them,” she looked up from her dinner, “they’re up against an equally overbearing, obnoxious bully who won’t stop until she gets what she wants.” She winked. “And I want a nice, peaceful vacation.”

Kerry cocked her head and thought about that. “I don’t think you’re overbearing and obnoxious, and you’re definitely not a bully,” she finally stated positively. “But I do agree they’ve bitten off more than they can chew with us.” She gave a brisk nod, then bit into a prawn and ruthlessly ripped it from its shell.

Dar merely chuckled and shook her head.

A SURPRISE WAS waiting for them when they got back to their room. Kerry warily eyed the basket of flowers and shot Dar a look.

“You’re the only person I’d welcome getting these from, but I’m guessing they’re not from you.”


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Dar regarded the floral intrusion. “No.” She searched the arrangement for a card. “For one thing, I know what kind of flowers you like,” she said. “Tulips not being among them. Ah.” She plucked a small square of cardboard from amid the greenery and held it to her forehead as she closed her eyes in psychic concentration. “The answer is…Bob.” She handed the card over without looking at it.

Kerry sighed, took the card and peeked at it. “Can we rent you out to the Psychic Hotline?”

Dar shook her head. “Ker, you’re just going to have to tell him straight out to back off, you’re taken,” she advised wryly. “He’s one of those guys who can’t picture two women together and think anything other than ‘lunch.’”

“Yeah, I know.” Kerry laughed helplessly as she removed the basket to the table near the door and plopped down onto the bed. “I figured while we were docking the boat, my referring to you as my partner and saying this was our delayed honeymoon would have clued him in, but I guess not.”

Dar slid down beside her and plucked the card from Kerry’s fingers, tossing it over her shoulder as she found something much more interesting to concentrate on. “Know what I like about these bawdy excuses for cut-up tablecloths?”

“Tch.” Kerry smoothed her hand over Dar’s hip. “You look cute in it,” she protested. “But no, what?”

Dar closed her teeth around one of the ties holding Kerry’s wrap closed and tugged on it, pulling it loose. “They come off easy.” She peeled back one edge, exposing Kerry’s chest, then went for the lower tie. She pulled it slowly, her eyes tracking up Kerry’s body to meet her eyes. “See?”

Kerry felt Dar’s hair brush against her thighs as she undid the fastening and laid her body bare to the soft breeze coming in from the window. She eased up onto her elbows, watching Dar’s back arch as she prowled her way on up. “Sweetheart?” Kerry murmured.

“Yeees?” Dar rested her chin against Kerry’s navel.

“I would love to spend the next few hours being ravished by you, but don’t you think we should pick up Mark’s stuff first?”

Dar sighed, a rush of very warm air that caused goose bumps to rise across Kerry’s breasts. “No,” she growled softly. “But…” She slid all the way up Kerry’s body, bringing a rush of raw sensuality with her, then dipped her head to capture Kerry’s lips for a long moment. “I guess we have to.”

As Dar lifted herself up and off the bed, Kerry regretted having said a word. She exhaled and rolled over, then stood and trotted after her taller partner as she went to the briefcase tucked between the dresser and the wall. She waited for Dar to unlock the top, then 106 Melissa Good slid her arms around her partner and started playing with the strings on Dar’s shift as she pulled out the laptop and put it on the table.

Dar glanced over her shoulder. “Thought you wanted me to set this up.”

“I’m helping.” Kerry untangled a cable and plugged it in, still with her arms around Dar’s body.

“Ah.” Dar booted the laptop and flipped up its cellular antenna. “Thought we weren’t bringing this.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kerry poked her head under Dar’s left arm, watching the screen. “But I figured if something catastrophic did happen, and the office needed us, we’d have to have this to do anything about it.”

“Good thought.”

“And if they called us for something stupid, we could toss it overboard and make Mark get you a new one in that snazzy blue color you like so much.” Kerry found another string to tug on, and Dar’s shift fell as open as hers was. “Ooh… nice desktop.”

“I could put this one on.” Dar casually clicked a few keys and replaced her peaceful forest scene with one of Kerry on the beach.

Naked.

“EEEK!” Kerry slapped at the mouse pointer. “Get that outta there, Dar!”

“Heh.” Dar relented and switched back to the forest. “You’re so cute.” She started the laptop into its dial-up routine. “Now,” she turned around and gathered Kerry into her arms, “before I was so rudely interrupted by logic, where was I?”

Kerry pressed her body against Dar’s. “Here, I think.” She wound a hand around Dar’s neck and was about to kiss her when a knock sounded at the door. Kerry paused, looked at her partner, then at the door in visible outrage. “What the heck?”

“Hotel better be on fire,” Dar muttered, then raised her voice.

“Yeah?”

There was a moment of silence, then a voice answered,

“H…hello? I’m looking for Kerry?”

Kerry fell forward against Dar’s chest and shook her head.

“Bob.”

“Bob,” Dar repeated. “You stay here. I’m gonna bob Bob.” Dar headed for the door with determined strides.

“Ah…bu…bu…Dar!” Kerry scuttled after her, grabbed hold of her loose shift, and pulled her to a halt. “Whoa!”

Dar turned, her eyebrows lifting in outraged question.

Kerry tied the shift closed. “Blind eunuchs have it tough in the job market, sweetie,” she whispered. “Let me handle him, okay?”

She adjusted her own dress and slipped ahead of Dar, grasped the door handle, and turned it. “Yes?” She leaned on the jamb, opening Terrors of the High Seas 107

the door just wide enough to make eye contact.

“Kerry! Great, I found you.” Bob beamed. “Can I come in?”

Kerry got her thoughts in order and assumed one of her more no-nonsense expressions. “Bob, it’s late. Is there something you need? We’re pretty tired.” She tried not to hear the low, vibrant growl that was buzzing the air behind her.

“I was hoping we could talk,” Bob explained shyly.

Okay, Ker, Dar’s right. Polite ain’t cutting it this time. “About what?” Kerry asked.

The hallway was empty, though Bob glanced to either side just to be certain. He put his hands in his pockets and managed an almost engaging expression. “Look, I know we barely know each other…”

“Grrooowwwwll!”

Kerry felt Dar move closer, and the heat of her body warmed Kerry’s back. “That’s right,” she answered Bob. “We don’t.”

“But I was thinking maybe we could see each other a few times, you know… I think you’re a really—”

“Bob.” Kerry opened the door a little wider and straightened, holding both hands out in a stopping motion. “Hold it.”

“No, I know you’re really modest, but I think—”

“Bob!” Kerry’s voice lifted.

He peered at her anxiously. “Yeah?”

“Thank you, but I have a significant other,” Kerry stated firmly. “One that I’m very attached to.”

“Rowwwrrrll.” Dar’s growl turned to a purr.

Bob took a breath and gave her a determined look. “I figured you had a boyfriend, but I really think we can get to know each other better, after all—”

“Bob.” Kerry sighed. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” She spoke slowly, enunciating carefully, “I told you before—I have a partner.”