Naia stared at the back of the stranger walking in front of her. A steward was leading them through a myriad of corridors and down those damn ladders that gave her problems. It was difficult enough to walk around town and take short flights of steps. It was another to clamber up and down those steep, narrow steel stairways.
They passed a bank of windows, and she caught a glimpse of the bay lying in the distance. The water sparkled in the morning sunlight, almost beckoning to her with its silent promise. The cool water would feel wonderful against her skin, but it would have to wait. Sighing, she focused on the men in front of her. Particularly, Rob Ariello, AKA Wilson, AKA her pretend husband.
She didn’t know what to expect when she’d agreed to this mission. She’d worked with the FBI bef
