A Dangerous Leap by Sharon Calvin

Author:Sharon Calvin
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-08-07T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

It rained off and on all day, the weather reflecting Ian’s foul mood. Tropical depressions were spawning in the Caribbean and off the coast of Africa like guppies in an aquarium.

He hadn’t seen or spoken to Kelly since he’d dropped her off at the marina yesterday morning. She was ignoring his calls and the messages he’d left on her cell phone. Not a good sign.

She’d had the day off, so when he finished his duty at fifteen hundred, he decided to go by her place before going home. Hell, maybe he’d pick up that box of day-glo condoms they’d seen at the local tourist shop on the pier. If nothing else she’d at least laugh over it.

Twenty minutes later, Ian jogged through the light rain down the walkway toward her boat slip. Her Jeep was parked in its usual spot, and unless she’d gone somewhere with Cait, she should be on the boat.

The yellow glow of a light shined in the starboard window and his mood improved. Anything over twelve hours without a Kelly fix made him seriously cranky.

He hopped onto the boat and called out her name knowing she’d feel the sway and wonder who’d boarded. It bothered him that she didn’t lock the hatch when she was home alone.

A quick rap with his knuckles on the companionway hatch and he popped it open. “Guess what I bought?” he asked. He tossed the bright box of assorted condoms toward the dinette table as he descended the stairs.

Too late he realized Kelly wasn’t alone. The man glowering at him from the galley seemed to take up half the boat. He was dressed in a black tank top that exposed muscular arms as big around as Kelly’s thighs, tattered cargo shorts and sandals. His long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and his tan was the kind that came from being under tropical sun for extended periods of time.

Ian’s heart pumped a hit of adrenaline into his blood stream. Son of a bitch, it had to be one of the drug smugglers, maybe the buyer. He saw Kelly huddled on the bench seat of the dinette, her face streaked with tears.

He barely contained his rage at seeing her distress. “Kelly, did he touch you?” he asked while keeping his gaze locked on Mr. Muscle. No weapon was visible, but hell, if he had arms like that, he wouldn’t need a gun. Kelly, for all her grit, wouldn’t even slow him down if he wanted to harm her.

“Of course, but not like you mean,” Kelly said.

He shot her a quick glance and saw humor lighting her eyes and kicking up the corner of her mouth even as she swiped at her cheeks. Mr. Muscle looked amused as well. What the hell?

“Is he one of those Coastie lifeguards too?” Mr. Muscle asked Kelly. He eyed Ian up and down. “Coasties, what a pansy name.”

All the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. Yeah he was right, the only weapons this guy needed were his bare hands.

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