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Words tumbled from my lips. “People are going to miss me. I have a real estate company to run. This is high season in Miami, and I–”
Hook cut me off. “You two, go below,” he said to Kit and Roger. “I want to have a chat with Wendy.” He pointed to his UpUGo problem. “It’s been over ten hours. It hurts like hell and I’m feeling light-headed. I need your help.”
I shuddered. “You should seek medical attention. This doesn’t fall under Marni’s Please take care of Hook.” I suppressed an evil grin. “I’m pretty sure Dr. Jolley can handle this.”
Roger glared at me. “I’ll get you for this,” he whispered in my ear.
Hook grabbed him. “If I hit my penis on one more thing, I’m gonna kill somebody. Practice your medicine, now!”
I moved behind Kit pressing my mouth into his shoulder to muffle my laughs.
“Let’s go below,” Roger said to Hook. They left the bridge via the spiral staircase. Dr. Jolley shot me a dagger-look as his head stair-stepped out of sight.
Kit shook as he struggled to contain his giggles.
Dale gave us the stink-eye as he sat at the wheel with his hand on the butt of his Glock.
Dr. Jolley and his patient were gone for almost an hour. My imagination was all over the map on about what an SEC investigator could do to counteract an UpUGo reaction. Kit and I kept exchanging looks and crumbling into silent laughter.
I swallowed another laugh just as Roger returned to the bridge. Hook was a few steps behind him walking as if he had a wooden leg. He maneuvered himself halfway into the captain’s chair with a loud moan.
“What did you do for him?” I asked in a hushed voice.
Roger’s dark eyes twinkled. “An Ace bandage,” he whispered.
It was clear Kit understood immediately. He walked to the railing, gripping it to steady himself as he went into silent hysterics.
“Those stretchy things you use when you sprain your leg?” I asked.
Dr. Jolley appeared pleased with himself. “I got his UpUGo strapped to his thigh.”
I took one look at Hook as he struggled to seat himself oblivious to the rest of us. I raced to the railing and stood next to Kit. We sounded like two mules as we fought to contain our laughter.
“I still want to talk with Wendy,” Hook said.
Dale pulled his gun and motioned the guys to go below.
Kit leaped down the stairs, and I held my breath waiting for the gun to go off.
“Don’t leave me alone with this letch!”
Hook yanked my arm. I swung at him and missed.
“This isn’t funny,” I yelled at Roger.
He flashed me a dazzling grin and said, “I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappeared down the steps away from Hook, Dale’s Glock, and me.
Hook slid his creepy, crepe-like fingers up my neck, his long pinky nail scratching my left ear lobe. He had eyes that could watch a man being impaled and not blink.
I snarled, “You manipulated and corrupted Marni. You planted that take care of Hook idea in her head .”
“Ah…Wendy. Marni was nice, but shallow. You’re a fighter. You’re just like me. We’re going to have such a good time.”
I struggled as he pulled me close.
“I have something I’ve got to do. Once it’s complete we’ll talk about you and your friends.” His tiny pupils vibrated as his fingers bit into my arm. “You might even grow to like the life of a pirate.”
“Enough!” I said as I elbowed his thigh with a direct hit on his UpUGo.
Hook howled in pain. “You feral bitch!”
Dale swung his gun around and pinged one off the superstructure.
Fleeing from the bridge, I heard Hook snap, “Put that damned thing away before you kill one of us, you idiot.”
I visualized Hook, if he lived through Dale’s gunplay, wearing an orange jumpsuit and slippers somewhere in a federal pen. It couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Sixteen
That night Kit, Roger, and I slept together in my stateroom. It was icky, but I wasn’t about to sleep alone. Hook had backed down from his artificially induced
Hook cut me off. “You two, go below,” he said to Kit and Roger. “I want to have a chat with Wendy.” He pointed to his UpUGo problem. “It’s been over ten hours. It hurts like hell and I’m feeling light-headed. I need your help.”
I shuddered. “You should seek medical attention. This doesn’t fall under Marni’s Please take care of Hook.” I suppressed an evil grin. “I’m pretty sure Dr. Jolley can handle this.”
Roger glared at me. “I’ll get you for this,” he whispered in my ear.
Hook grabbed him. “If I hit my penis on one more thing, I’m gonna kill somebody. Practice your medicine, now!”
I moved behind Kit pressing my mouth into his shoulder to muffle my laughs.
“Let’s go below,” Roger said to Hook. They left the bridge via the spiral staircase. Dr. Jolley shot me a dagger-look as his head stair-stepped out of sight.
Kit shook as he struggled to contain his giggles.
Dale gave us the stink-eye as he sat at the wheel with his hand on the butt of his Glock.
Dr. Jolley and his patient were gone for almost an hour. My imagination was all over the map on about what an SEC investigator could do to counteract an UpUGo reaction. Kit and I kept exchanging looks and crumbling into silent laughter.
I swallowed another laugh just as Roger returned to the bridge. Hook was a few steps behind him walking as if he had a wooden leg. He maneuvered himself halfway into the captain’s chair with a loud moan.
“What did you do for him?” I asked in a hushed voice.
Roger’s dark eyes twinkled. “An Ace bandage,” he whispered.
It was clear Kit understood immediately. He walked to the railing, gripping it to steady himself as he went into silent hysterics.
“Those stretchy things you use when you sprain your leg?” I asked.
Dr. Jolley appeared pleased with himself. “I got his UpUGo strapped to his thigh.”
I took one look at Hook as he struggled to seat himself oblivious to the rest of us. I raced to the railing and stood next to Kit. We sounded like two mules as we fought to contain our laughter.
“I still want to talk with Wendy,” Hook said.
Dale pulled his gun and motioned the guys to go below.
Kit leaped down the stairs, and I held my breath waiting for the gun to go off.
“Don’t leave me alone with this letch!”
Hook yanked my arm. I swung at him and missed.
“This isn’t funny,” I yelled at Roger.
He flashed me a dazzling grin and said, “I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappeared down the steps away from Hook, Dale’s Glock, and me.
Hook slid his creepy, crepe-like fingers up my neck, his long pinky nail scratching my left ear lobe. He had eyes that could watch a man being impaled and not blink.
I snarled, “You manipulated and corrupted Marni. You planted that take care of Hook idea in her head .”
“Ah…Wendy. Marni was nice, but shallow. You’re a fighter. You’re just like me. We’re going to have such a good time.”
I struggled as he pulled me close.
“I have something I’ve got to do. Once it’s complete we’ll talk about you and your friends.” His tiny pupils vibrated as his fingers bit into my arm. “You might even grow to like the life of a pirate.”
“Enough!” I said as I elbowed his thigh with a direct hit on his UpUGo.
Hook howled in pain. “You feral bitch!”
Dale swung his gun around and pinged one off the superstructure.
Fleeing from the bridge, I heard Hook snap, “Put that damned thing away before you kill one of us, you idiot.”
I visualized Hook, if he lived through Dale’s gunplay, wearing an orange jumpsuit and slippers somewhere in a federal pen. It couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Sixteen
That night Kit, Roger, and I slept together in my stateroom. It was icky, but I wasn’t about to sleep alone. Hook had backed down from his artificially induced
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