were wrong.” He gestured to her bags. “Is this all you’ve got?” At her wordless nod, he picked them up again and began striding away. “I’ll put them below. Follow me and I’ll show you to your cabin.”
Ana trailed behind him to a small door, which he pulled open to reveal the companionway. Making certain to maintain a safe distance between them, she waited for him to descend before she attempted to follow. With the way her luck had been going, she’d slip and land right on top of him.
Below deck, her impatience quickly turned to appreciation. The area was compact but outfitted with gleaming teak trimmed with polished brass. There was a galley tucked into one corner, with a large table and chairs, couch and TV fitted into the rest of the area. Jones led her down a narrow hallway. “You can stay in here.” He opened one of the doors and strode in ahead of her, slinging her bags onto the double bed.
“How many does she sleep?” she asked curiously, entering the small space and looking around. Her oldest brother, James, had a sailboat that slept six. At thirty feet, it was less than half the length of the Nefarious.
“She sleeps ten total. The head is in the stem.”
Ana flipped through her mental files, searching for the ship lingo she’d picked up from James. “In front, right.”
“Since you’re the only passenger, I’m just bringing along one crew member. Pappy’s a pretty fair cook, and he’ll also help me with the navigation. If you need anything, he’ll get it for you.”
Analiese was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on his words. The quarters were small. There was only the bed, bolted to the wall, and a closet on the opposite wall, with a dresser inside it. The space was shrunk even more by Jones’s presence. The ceiling was low enough that he had to slightly hunch his over-six-foot frame, which put his face alarmingly close to hers. “Okay, then.” She manufactured a brilliant smile in a sudden hurry to get rid of him. “I assume you’ll want to check with the bank before we set out, so…”
Rather than take her hint, he remained in place. “They already called me. The transfer’s complete. So if you’re ready, we’ll pull anchor.”
“How far is Laconos?”
“Full throttle? Three hours or so. We can make it easily by afternoon, though, if you’re not in a hurry, and there’s no reason you should be.”
With effort she switched her attention from the shape of his full bottom lip to his words. “There’s not?”
He gave her a long look. “You said you weren’t meeting friends until tomorrow.”
“Right,” she agreed, relieved. Really, didn’t the man have things to do before they left? Starting with putting on a shirt? “Well, I’m sure you’re busy. You must have a million things to do. I won’t keep you.” To her horror, the words tumbled out of her mouth like a waterfall. “I’m just going to put my things away. I packed in a hurry, and I think if I hung things up they’d be less likely to wrinkle.”
To her relief he cut off her involuntary barrage of words by heading toward the door. “I’ll leave you to it, then. Come up when you finish and I’ll introduce you to Pappy.”
“Okay, then. Good. See you later.” The moment he exited the room she swung the door shut, leaned against it. Her knees were weak with what surely must be mortification. When she was uncomfortable she had a tendency to babble, and there was no doubt she’d outdone herself on that scene.
Blowing out a breath, she pressed her hand to her stomach, quelling the nerves that were still scrambling there. They were caused by nothing more than a minor case of claustrophobia, she assured herself. These quarters were small. Jones was big. Really big. Especially across the shoulders. And his chest was pretty wide, too, not to mention his biceps, which were…
Eyes widening with horror at her totally inappropriate train of thought, she pushed away from the door, crossed to her suitcase and began unpacking. She couldn’t afford to be distracted right now. Especially by the man who might well have been the last one to see Sam before he disappeared.
Not for the first time, she wished she could afford to come right out and ask Jones about her brother. But the risk was too great. There was no telling how well the two knew each other, or what their relationship was. She had no idea, at this point, if Jones could be responsible for his disappearance.
No, remaining covert was in everyone’s best interest. If Sam was all right, and for some reason had had to abort his mission temporarily, she didn’t want to end up blowing it for him. That was the same reason she hadn’t alerted her brothers. Cade was a New Orleans police detective, and James…well, James ran the family and their father’s business with the same ruthless rein. Neither of the men understood the word subtle. They’d have torn the hemisphere apart looking for Sam, and in doing so would have destroyed his cover forever. Better that she make some discreet inquiries first, and determine whether they had cause for alarm. And then, she thought grimly, shoving her emptied suitcases in the closet, if she still was unable to find a lead on Sam, she would unleash her brothers.
After she’d stowed the smaller bag holding her toiletries beneath the sink in the minuscule bathroom, she went to the door and peeked out into the hallway. If there was a trace of Sam on this ship, it was likely to be somewhere down here. And with Jones and his crew member busy above deck, there was no better time to look around.
It didn’t take long to explore the limited space. Unfortunately, her search yielded no hint that her brother had ever been onboard. But then, Ana thought, studying the last closed door, she hadn’t finished her search. Not quite.
With a strange reluctance she reached out, turned the knob. The door swung open revealing what was obviously Jones’s cabin.
The space was filled with a large bed, which was un-made, the pillow still bearing a slight indentation. Surprise surged. It occurred to her for the first time that Jones had slept on the ship. Maybe he even lived on it. Suddenly the area took on an almost suffocating intimacy.
To distract herself she gazed around at the cabin. It was more spacious than the others, but was filled by the bed and the rolltop desk tucked into the corner.
And it was the desk that had snared her attention now.
After throwing a furtive look both ways, she slipped into the room, leaving the door cracked so she’d hear if someone was coming. She went to the desk, picked up the shirt he had draped across it. Maybe he’d had intentions of getting fully dressed after all. She wondered if her arrival there that morning had interrupted him. The thought had her stomach fluttering. Forcing her mind away from the vivid mental image that bloomed, she tossed the shirt onto the bed and reached for the top drawer.
Locked.
A quick check proved that the drawers were similarly secured, which only made Analiese more determined. Straightening, she folded her arms, contemplating the lock’s opening and wondered what a few twists of a hair pin would yield. She had some in her toiletry case. But before she retrieved one she grabbed the shirt off the bed again to replace it.
There was no sound to alert her, but suddenly she became aware that she was no longer alone. Sudden foreboding weighting her limbs, her gaze slowly went to the doorway. And saw Jones lounging, one shoulder against the jamb.
She released the shirt as if it were in flames. Ohmygod, she mentally groaned as she looked up to his unsmiling expression. With the vast amount of material
