Brian ignored the stinging in his arm. He knew it was just a deep graze and not life threatening. His gaze swept over Makayla. Once again, he wondered how he could ever have been so stupid as to walk away from her. He watched her methodically searching the upper deck for the keys while still keeping low so that she wasn’t a target.
The moment she turned with a triumphant expression on her face, he knew she had found the keys. Within seconds, she had the forty-five foot Sports Cruiser fired up. Brian turned to look at Helen again.
“Don’t…,” she hissed, reading the intention in his eyes even before he had a chance to express it. “If you are going to steal a boat, I can at least legitimize it by saying that it was necessary to confiscate it.”
“Do you really think your commanding officers w
