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band again.
Maybe he was simply nervous. "I guess you don't faint at the sight of blood," she surmised.
"Only my own," he admitted.
The song came to a lingering end, with the keyboard player holding out the last note. He leaned toward the mike and in an Irish accent said, "That's it for the band tonight. But don't leave just yet as the talented Jason is here to play your favorite soundtracks from the 60s and 70s. Thank you for listening. We're the Sequels and we'll be here all week."
A smattering of applause moved through the audience, and the band members withdrew, leaving their instruments. Remaining on the dance floor, Jeremiah watched them go.
The new DJ immediately struck up a song from the Bee Gees, but Emma could tell dancing wasn't on Jeremiah's mind anymore.
"Care to take a walk?" he asked.
"Sure." She let him grab her hand and lead her at a fast clip out of the club into the corridor. They pushed through an airtight door onto the moonlit deck where the object of his interest was lighting up a cigarette in the smoking area.
Jeremiah led her to the railing where he pretended to admire the view. A waning moon glinted on a dark sea that stretched to eternity.
"Why are we following the guy in the band?" Emma whispered.
He swung her a guilty look. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd noticed."
"A woman always knows when she's not the center of attention."
He took a step closer. "Don't sell yourself short, English. Trust me, I'd rather take you on a romantic stroll, but there's something about him that makes me suspicious."
"Suspicious of what?"
He looked like he might tell her something then shook his head. "Nothing you should worry about."
"You still think something bad is going to happen?" Apprehension tickled her nape.
He regarded the band member one more time and slid his gaze slowly over her, warming her with his regard.
"I want to show you something." He seemed to have come to a decision.
"Okay," she said cautiously.
"Do you trust me?"
It was herself she didn't trust. "Of course."
"Come with me," he invited.
Holding out his hand, he swept her back into the ship and into the elevator. To her relief, he pushed the button to the fourteenth floor, the topmost level aside from the pilot house. They weren't headed to his cabin, but where was he taking her?
The elevator doors parted with a ding onto a short hallway with violet carpeting.
Emma prickled with excitement.
With a finger to his lips enjoining her to silence, Jeremiah drew her into the hallway. He led her briskly toward a closed door designated CONFERENCE ROOM and jiggled the handle. The door was locked.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as he pulled a credit card from his wallet and worked it into the space between the door and the frame. As the lock released, he pulled the door open and propelled her into the dark room ahead of him.
"We'll get into trouble," she protested as he closed the door behind them.
"Not if we don't get caught."
The room smelled of lemon polish and leather seats. In the dark, she made out a large conference table.
"This way."
He led her toward a window. Edging the curtain aside, he exposed a sliding glass door that opened to a balcony. He slid it ajar and drew her outside with him.
Warm, fragrant air greeted them. Unlike the balcony off her cabin, this one was spacious and situated at the very back of the boat, high above the water between two large stern lights, one red and one green. Crossing to the railing, she stared out at their frothy wake—a pale ribbon on the otherwise black sea.
"If something goes wrong on this ship, I want you to come here. If the door is locked like it was tonight, use the card key to your cabin to break in."
Jeremiah's words had her spinning around to regard him.
"There aren't any exterior cameras, so no one would know you're back here. Plus a helo could hover overhead and drop a line to pick you up."
What he was describing made the zip line sound like child's play. "You can't
Maybe he was simply nervous. "I guess you don't faint at the sight of blood," she surmised.
"Only my own," he admitted.
The song came to a lingering end, with the keyboard player holding out the last note. He leaned toward the mike and in an Irish accent said, "That's it for the band tonight. But don't leave just yet as the talented Jason is here to play your favorite soundtracks from the 60s and 70s. Thank you for listening. We're the Sequels and we'll be here all week."
A smattering of applause moved through the audience, and the band members withdrew, leaving their instruments. Remaining on the dance floor, Jeremiah watched them go.
The new DJ immediately struck up a song from the Bee Gees, but Emma could tell dancing wasn't on Jeremiah's mind anymore.
"Care to take a walk?" he asked.
"Sure." She let him grab her hand and lead her at a fast clip out of the club into the corridor. They pushed through an airtight door onto the moonlit deck where the object of his interest was lighting up a cigarette in the smoking area.
Jeremiah led her to the railing where he pretended to admire the view. A waning moon glinted on a dark sea that stretched to eternity.
"Why are we following the guy in the band?" Emma whispered.
He swung her a guilty look. "Sorry. I didn't think you'd noticed."
"A woman always knows when she's not the center of attention."
He took a step closer. "Don't sell yourself short, English. Trust me, I'd rather take you on a romantic stroll, but there's something about him that makes me suspicious."
"Suspicious of what?"
He looked like he might tell her something then shook his head. "Nothing you should worry about."
"You still think something bad is going to happen?" Apprehension tickled her nape.
He regarded the band member one more time and slid his gaze slowly over her, warming her with his regard.
"I want to show you something." He seemed to have come to a decision.
"Okay," she said cautiously.
"Do you trust me?"
It was herself she didn't trust. "Of course."
"Come with me," he invited.
Holding out his hand, he swept her back into the ship and into the elevator. To her relief, he pushed the button to the fourteenth floor, the topmost level aside from the pilot house. They weren't headed to his cabin, but where was he taking her?
The elevator doors parted with a ding onto a short hallway with violet carpeting.
Emma prickled with excitement.
With a finger to his lips enjoining her to silence, Jeremiah drew her into the hallway. He led her briskly toward a closed door designated CONFERENCE ROOM and jiggled the handle. The door was locked.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as he pulled a credit card from his wallet and worked it into the space between the door and the frame. As the lock released, he pulled the door open and propelled her into the dark room ahead of him.
"We'll get into trouble," she protested as he closed the door behind them.
"Not if we don't get caught."
The room smelled of lemon polish and leather seats. In the dark, she made out a large conference table.
"This way."
He led her toward a window. Edging the curtain aside, he exposed a sliding glass door that opened to a balcony. He slid it ajar and drew her outside with him.
Warm, fragrant air greeted them. Unlike the balcony off her cabin, this one was spacious and situated at the very back of the boat, high above the water between two large stern lights, one red and one green. Crossing to the railing, she stared out at their frothy wake—a pale ribbon on the otherwise black sea.
"If something goes wrong on this ship, I want you to come here. If the door is locked like it was tonight, use the card key to your cabin to break in."
Jeremiah's words had her spinning around to regard him.
"There aren't any exterior cameras, so no one would know you're back here. Plus a helo could hover overhead and drop a line to pick you up."
What he was describing made the zip line sound like child's play. "You can't
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