“Good,” I reply, and on pure instinct, I bend down and press a kiss to her temple.
I’m expecting her to shy away, just how she’s done in the past, but she doesn’t. She peers up at me and smiles. “So, we play gracious host and drug them?”
Nodding, I try to play it cool. “Yes, exactly. The sooner, the better. Once they’re out, we grab what we need, and we take their yacht.”
“We can’t use the GPS system I saw? Being on their boat makes me feel sick.”
I understand her thoughts as my yacht is far more comfortable, and knowing how she sails does give me an advantage. But without a chart plotter, the autopilot is useless. I need a working GPS so we know where the hell to go.
Rodrigo slows down before eventually killing the engine. I do the same.
The need to protect Ella is almost suffocatin
