Iris dashed up the walkway to the cruise ship once more, this time no muscled, tattooed Navy SEAL to help her onto the boat. She made it herself, thanking her foresight for sending Callie down to pretend to be her.
She’d brought her bags, gone through the ruse of arranging to be buddies with Justin Brunner. They’d both been given a suite on the top level of the ship, and while Iris hurried to get through a meeting, Callie had taken care of everything.
All Iris had to do was get to the boat before it left.
And she was once again the last one on the ship. The horn sounded, and the boat moved, and Iris drew in a deep breath. Last time, Justin had hung out near the bar, sipping red and orange smoothies while pretending not to watch her in the pool.
To say the least, she’d been surprised to
