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challenged KP washing dishes in the galley. But he hadn’t looked at Cam, and it bothered her because she’d thought they’d shared some sort of bond earlier. More fool her.
    She whipped her towel from around her neck and marched over to the rowing machine. Despite the charm, he made her nervous and she didn’t know why. While she might not win any beauty pageants, she wasn’t ugly either. Her issues went deeper than skin and were not as esoteric as intellect. So why did she care what Daniel Fox thought about her?
    All she wanted was to be so exhausted she didn’t see the image of that dead woman when she closed her eyes. She concentrated on settling her breathing, adjusted the rowing machine to fit her shorter frame, and took a swallow from her water bottle. The air was laden with hot male sweat. Her body was rigid with tension. She rolled her shoulders and tried to loosen the muscles in her neck, then started a slow steady pace to warm up.
    “You didn’t believe me when I told you I didn’t kill Sylvie.” His voice was light, but she detected a thread of underlying antagonism.
    He was mad because she’d checked his alibi? She stopped rowing and turned to look at him. “I was examining my study area—”
    “Come on, Doc.” His eyes held scorn. “You can do better than that.”
    “So I checked the logbook.” Cam shrugged. She wasn’t frickin’ stupid. “I needed to know you weren’t lying. I need to be able to trust you.”
    “So now you trust me?” He smiled and a ripple of warning shot through her body. “Funny, because you look smarter than that.” On the outside he was gorgeous, but his eyes burned with restrained anger. “Well guess what? Your instincts were right. The world is full of cheats and liars. But don’t be fooled by something as mundane as a logbook. Logs are written by men, and men can be bought.”
    He stood, uncurling a body that was all muscle and no fat. Cam froze as he came toward her, her legs braced on the machine, arms taut in readiness. Suddenly she was scared and she didn’t like it. Her blood raced through her veins as he squatted so they were nose to nose. She could smell his scent, and she closed her eyes because she didn’t want him seeing her reaction.
    “We’re in the middle of nowhere, Doc.” His voice was soft without inflection. “I’m not on radar. I can land that helicopter on a dime and do whatever the hell I want as long as I get the equipment to the site at the specified time.” He ran a finger along the line of her throat, and her pulse jumped. “Think about it.”
    She opened her eyes and glared at him. She wanted to speak, but her mouth was so dry the words stuck to her tongue.
    “But I’ll let you in on a little secret. If I were going to kill someone using a knife…” Gently, he touched his knuckle to a sensitive spot on her lower back and she flinched. “I’d stick it in the kidney from behind.” His touch was velvet but drove ice into her spine. “It’s so painful you can’t even scream. Death’s quick so there’s less blood.”
    In the nadir of his eyes she glimpsed an intimate knowledge of death. Fear ballooned in her throat and made it impossible to breathe.
    His breath brushed her cheek. “It’s a quicker, more silent kill.”
    Her heart thundered loudly in her ears. The charming smile was a terrible façade, masking a dangerous individual. He made no move toward her, offered no threat, but she knew he’d planted a knife in someone’s back and held them while they died.
    She found her voice. “How could you kill another human being?”
    A rush of emotion swept through his eyes. If they were the window to the soul, his was a dark and treacherous place. He stood and stared down at her, his Adam’s apple working in his throat. “Innocents like you—”
    “What do you mean innocents like me?”
    They locked gazes for a long moment.
    Finally he looked away. “This is a dangerous place, Doc. Just don’t take everything at