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  She could smell the newness of the ship, she realized. It was everything: the paint, the carpet, the upholstery, even the wood of the deck. Everything was new and fresh, and under different circumstances she’d have loved it.

  Cael’s arm remained around her waist, the heavy weight a constant reminder to behave. To anyone watching, of course, they would look like new lovers, enthralled with exploring this strange and exciting connection they’d found. Only Jenner knew that his grip was a bit too tight, and she blew out a small sigh of frustration. Where the hell did he think she was going to go if she ran? They were on a ship, for God’s sake. It wasn’t as if she could jack a car and escape. Besides, as he so often reminded her, there was Syd.

  He probably heard the sigh, because he snuggled her closer and bent his head to kiss her temple, then settled his mouth close to her ear. “Make it look good.”

  She turned her head, dipped her chin. “I’m too scared,” she said, putting a little whine in her voice and managing not to snort. She had been terrified … but she wasn’t now. Odd. Maybe the body and mind could handle terror for only so long, then some sort of coping mechanism kicked in and held the terror at a distance.

  He did snort. “Bullshit. You don’t scare worth a damn. So act as if you love me, honey, because otherwise there’s no point in having you out here and I’ll drag you back to the suite. Do you want to spend the rest of the cruise handcuffed to a chair?”

  She definitely didn’t, so she angled her shoulder toward him and smiled up at him. Only he could see, so she fluttered her eyelashes at him like some nitwit overwhelmed by his testosterone. He needed her out here, she thought. Maybe he could explain away her absence from the many shipboard activities that most of the passengers were already taking advantage of, and maybe no one would think anything of it if she didn’t attend any of the formal dinners or auctions, the events that were the whole purpose of this Cruise for Charity. Maybe he could make these people believe that she’d throw all sense to the wind to take up with him, even though she wasn’t known for mindless, reckless affairs.

  Most of the people onboard ship didn’t know her, but enough of them did that he couldn’t make her all but disappear for two weeks without questions being raised. He had to let her out of the stateroom, he had to allow people to see her, talk to her. She had to attend the scheduled events.

  Too bad she couldn’t think of a way to use the exposure to her advantage. She was surrounded by people, but if she screamed for help … then what? She’d look as if she’d gone insane, because Cael hadn’t done anything in front of anyone that would make anyone look at him with doubt. He’d been charming to Linda and Nyna, attentive to her, and from the way he was looking down at her the casual observer would think he was downright besotted.

  And if she screamed for help, what would happen to Syd?

  Because she couldn’t see any way out of the situation, she turned her thoughts instead to why. He’d gone to a lot of trouble for a peek and a listen into someone’s stateroom. She didn’t know the name of the man in the next suite, but if he was a co-owner of the ship then he was very wealthy, because ships like this had to cost billions and billions of dollars to build and outfit. So, in the real world, wealth equaled influence. Who was he? What were they trying to find out about him? Maybe he had a kinky lifestyle and they were trying to get pictures for some sort of blackmail scheme. That scenario kind of worked for her, except for the way they were going about it. Having an entire team of people aboard a cruise ship like this had to have cost a small fortune, then add in the expenses of the team that had snatched Syd.

  That led her back to spies. Industrial espionage. But that usually involved theft of data, or even the actual hard product, so what were they doing here spending so much time watching a man on a cruise?

  No matter which angle she considered, this still didn’t make sense to her. Whatever Cael and his people were planning, there had to be better ways to get it done, though from what she’d seen they were so well-organized that if there was a better way she imagined they would’ve found it. So, what the hell was going on?

  The threat to Syd had her effectively bound, restricting what she could and couldn’t do. Not that Cael was going to leave her unsupervised or unbound, but he could, and she wouldn’t do a damn thing to take advantage of being free, because of Syd. One phone call from Cael or any of his people, and Syd could be in serious trouble. No matter what, Jenner thought, because of Syd she had to play along.

  She took Cael by surprise, turning out of his grip, leaning back against the deck rail and facing him with her feet firmly planted, her gaze narrow and intent. “Tell me what you’re up to.”

  “No.” His response was immediate and flat, no room for negotiation, no thinking about it.

  “I can’t figure it out—”

  “You aren’t supposed to figure anything out, you’re supposed to do as you’re told and keep your mouth shut.” He slid his hand over her arm, a movement that looked like a caress, except for the way his fingers clamped around her elbow. “That’s enough face time. Let’s go.”

  “I’m not ready to go.” She wanted to stand there and argue with him, maybe dig a detail or two out of that stone wall.

  He leaned in, too close, too warm, too big. His mouth moved against her cheek. “I swear to God, I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to the room, and just think what a show that’ll be for the other guests. Then I’ll cuff you hand and foot to the chair, and you won’t get out of the room again until the cruise is over. I can do this without you, Redwine.”

  Her heart thumped, she couldn’t take a deep breath, and still, she saw the truth, knew it deep in her bones. “No, you can’t. If you could, you never would have involved me at all.”

  “Watch me.” He wrapped an arm around her waist again, pulled her away from the rail, began to lift her.

  “Wait!” Putting on an act was one thing, but making a spectacle was another. And he’d do it; he’d really throw her over his shoulder and carry her off, and most people would grin, thinking they knew exactly what would happen when he got her to a private place.

  He stopped. Her body rested against his, but wasn’t being crushed. Anyone watching would think it an embrace between lovers, rather than a threat, but she could see into those cool blue eyes and knew he wasn’t bluffing.

  Her heartbeat got even faster, harder. Something about his eyes pulled her in, sucked her into heightened awareness of him on a physical level. She fought to keep her expression blank, to not let him know he was getting to her. Damn it, she shouldn’t be affected by his touch, by being pressed against that tall, muscled body, but she was. He should be physically repulsive to her, and the fact that the opposite was true told her she’d have to resist just that much more, build her wall even higher.

  He was waiting for her to say something, and she wrenched her thoughts back in order. What was …? Oh, yeah. She’d told him to wait.

  She took a deep breath. “You don’t have to carry me,” she said. “I’ll go peaceably, Marshal.”

  One corner of his mouth twitched. “Good.” He eased her down and slightly back, but he didn’t release her.

  The wind blew her hair across her eyes and she pushed it back as she looked up at him. “But maybe you could do me a favor and let up a bit. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re on a ship, in the middle of the Pacific. I have nowhere to go, except overboard, and I’m not crazy. I don’t want to do anything that will cause Syd to get hurt. As long as you have her, I’m going to play along. Maybe it makes you feel more in control to keep a steel grip on my arm, but it isn’t necessary. If I have to be a part of this, then it’ll play better if I don’t look like a prisoner.”

  He took a moment to consider, then said, “That sounds reasonable.” Just as Jenner began to relax, he added, “But this is you we’re talking about, so ‘reasonable’ makes me suspicious.”

  Frustrated, she went on tiptoe and put her lips to his ear. He immediately te