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  “Get in the shower,” he said, but when she didn’t move, he leaned over, and turned on the water. “Now peel off and get in there.”

  She couldn’t think about what was making her clothes stick to her skin, couldn’t think about the cold, wet stuff on her skin that was beginning to dry. When she didn’t move, Ace reached out both his hands and tore open the front of her shirt—his shirt.

  “Get it off! You hear me!” he shouted at her.

  It was as though he thought she was about to leave her body again, which she was, but his voice brought her back to reality. In the next moment he was tearing at her clothes in a way someone would remove burning rags from a human body, as though it was her very life to get out of them.

  When she was naked, he pushed her into the shower. The warm water woke her up and made her mind focus on one thing: getting out—out of the shower, off the boat. OUT. But when her way was blocked by the big body of Ace Montgomery, she did her best to get past him.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he said, and pushed her back inside, trying to close the door against her. “You need to wake up, to return to reality.”

  “I have to get out, you bastard,” she shouted as she tried to push past him.

  At the moment she didn’t think of the embarrassment of being naked in a shower while fighting a clothed stranger who stood just outside the door. All she thought about was getting away from this place. “Let me out of here!” she shouted at him, trying to open the shower door, but he was too strong for her.

  When she kept pushing against the door, he opened it and got into the shower with her. At first she fought him. He stood with his back to the shower pipes and held her about the waist as she fought him with all her might. He held her hands so she couldn’t claw his face, but she managed to rake quite a lot of skin off the back of his hands, and she pounded his chest hard.

  After long minutes of fighting and not being able to move him, she started sobbing. And when she started to cry, her body went limp against his. Both his arms were around her back, the warm water cascading over both of them, he fully clothed, she naked, and he held her against him while she cried.

  Five

  “Where are you taking me?” Fiona asked as she looked across the dark car at Ace. It had been only hours since she’d found Roy’s bloody body on top of her, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. After the shower—and cry—with Ace, she had, surprisingly, felt better. If angry and wanting to cut the head off the nearest person is better, that is. Once again, she was wearing Ace’s clothes, this time gray sweatpants and a thick green sweater that had the name of some Ivy League school embroidered over her left breast.

  In the time since the … finding, as she was calling it in her mind, Ace and Eric had done a lot of whispering. They seemed to agree on everything because they had done a lot of nodding and looking at Fiona as she sat on the edge of the boat and watched the moonlit water. As far as she could tell, they seemed to think that she might throw herself overboard at any moment. But Fiona looked at the water and at the stars and tried to direct her mind to her real purpose in life: Kimberly. What was going on with her now? Fiona wondered. Who was handling her? Did her assistant Gerald send the maps to production or had he left them on the floor in the Saks bag?

  “You ready?” Ace finally asked; he was treating her as though she were a mental case about to flip out again. What did she expect, right now he had every reason to think she was a murderer.

  When he’d finally shut off the shower, opened the door, and stepped out, he’d handed her a blanket, then kept on walking. He’d disappeared somewhere on the boat, and when he’d reappeared later, he’d been dry and composed—and he had looked at Fiona with the cool disdain he always wore when he looked at her. No one would have guessed the intimacy that had recently happened between them.

  But Fiona remembered the scene too well. “Florida doesn’t agree with me,” she said, making a feeble attempt at a joke—and some human contact—as he helped her off the boat.

  But he didn’t smile or acknowledge her attempt at levity in any way. His face was grim.

  If he could forget the scene, so could she, she thought. Once on shore she looked about. She had no idea where they were, but there was a Jeep waiting for them, so one of the two men must have called ahead from the boat. Ace put his hand under her elbow to help her into the car, but she jerked away.

  “I am not an invalid,” she snapped as she propelled herself into the car. He tossed his duffel bag and her backpack onto the backseat, slammed the door, then got into the driver’s side, and the next moment they were on the highway.

  “Is it too much to ask where you’re taking me?”

  “To the police,” he said tersely.

  “Ah, yes. Since I’m a criminal, right?”

  He didn’t answer but just kept driving.

  “Would it do any good to tell you that I didn’t kill a man who is twice my size and probably twice my strength?”

  “I’ve seen your strength,” he said.

  “I thought you were being eaten alive!” she screamed at him. “Why can’t you understand that? I didn’t stop and think about whether or not that creature was real or not, I just reacted.”

  Ace was very calm, exaggeratedly calm, as though he knew he was dealing with an insane person. “I know. And I’m sure that when Roy attacked you, you didn’t stop and think either; you just pulled his knife out of its case and stabbed him.”

  “I was hard asleep. I hadn’t slept in two days, remember? And the knife I had in my hand was lying on the bed beside me. It wasn’t in a case.”

  “His knife was always in the case he wore about his waist. I’m sure you saw it.”

  “No, I did not,” she said through her teeth. “How could anyone see anything underneath that belly of his? And I didn’t look anyway.”

  Ace turned the steering wheel sharply as he made a right turn. “Look, why don’t you have some coffee? Eric made a fresh pot for us.”

  “Wasn’t that kind of him? Did he make it before or after he killed Roy?”

  Ace gave her a sharp look before looking back at the road, but he said nothing.

  “Why am I to presume that you are innocent? Or that the other man is? If I didn’t kill him, then one of you two did.”

  Ace didn’t seem perturbed by what she was saying. “It’s a matter of motive. I lose any possibility of getting money for Kendrick Park with Roy’s death, and Eric no longer has a job.”

  When he said no more, Fiona had to think about what he was saying. “You think that I killed the man just to get out of a fishing trip?” She was incredulous.

  “You were awfully unhappy about being there, so maybe you had deeper reasons.”

  At that Fiona looked out the window and tried to judge how fast they were going. At least sixty. If she jumped out of a car going this fast, she’d break every bone in her body.

  With a sigh, she picked up the big silver Thermos at her feet and poured herself a cup of coffee, drank it, then poured Ace one and handed the cup to him. What the hell? she thought as she put her hand on the door latch. If the police were as stupid and as implacable as this man, this was her last night of freedom forever.

  But at Fiona’s first movement, Ace put his hand on her forearm, the empty coffee cup falling to the floor. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

  “Stupider than what’s already happened to me, you mean? Stupider than the last two days? Stupider than—” Breaking off, she put her hand to her forehead. She was still so tired that she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes open. In fact, she was dizzy with fatigue. “I, ah …” she began but couldn’t remember what it was that she was going to say. She put her head back and closed her eyes.

  Minutes later, she was vaguely aware of a garish pink motel sign flashing on and off over her head and the car pulling to a halt. She thought that Ace got out, and she even thought that she should try to run for it, but her body wouldn’t move. Instead, she kept her head resting against the back of th