Chapter 5
Cara
The smoke from the joint forces the terror to take its claws out of my heart, and I sigh as my whole body starts to relax. I’ve never been a d**g person. My parents watched me too closely. But this...this is nice.
Jean says he’s a salvager. I know what that’s code for. He clearly planned to “salvage” things from the yacht while we were sleeping.
And yet he agreed to take me with him the moment he realized how much trouble I was in. He’s good company—not creepy at all. Actually pretty attractive, in fact, now that the terror’s being wafted away on little puffs of pot smoke.
He’s maybe in his late thirties, maybe early forties. There are smile lines around his eyes—honest ones, untouched by a scalpel. His boater’s tan is so deep that with his black eyes, he looks Mediterr
