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role of intermediary superbly. So superbly he'd once managed to slither right into her bed. Tally shuddered. That counted as one of life's Big Mistakes.
    "I'm sorry you drowned. But I am so freaking annoyed with you, I could scream . And just so you know—the sex was lousy. And to top it all off, you never did tell me why my father sent for me, you creep."
    "Meow."
    The black cat sat regally on the table staring at her out of unblinking eyes. He meowed again. She stared back. "I'm going to have some hot coffee. Is that all right with you?" The cat cocked its head and continued its unblinking, malevolent green stare. "Well, aren't you just charming?"
    She paused to refold an open map, spread half-on, and half-off the table. Moving through the cabin, she inserted a Post-it note into an open book as a bookmark, closed the novel, and returned it to a secured shelf above the sofa. Next, she gathered broken pieces of his sunglasses before someone stepped on them again.
    The galley was small and efficient. Forcing herself to think only on the most superficial level, Tally found a compact washer and dryer cleverly hidden, and tossed in whatever clothing she found littering the floor. That done, she made quick work of the few dishes and utensils in the sink, before she wiped crumbs and butter off the Corian countertops.
    Tidying up helped her focus on something outside herself. And right now that was a blessing. Satisfied with her contribution to his housekeeping, she folded the damp dish towel and hung it over the handle of the oven to dry.
    But when she reached for the Thermos, the cat, sitting on the stove top, hissed at her. "What? You want a cup, too?"
    Lucky gave her a superior look before contorting to lick himself.
    "I'll have you know that children, the elderly, and small animals usually love me," she informed him as she poured hot, fragrant coffee into a mug. "You're just being perverse."
    Tally went back to the table, then stood for a few moments admiring a beautifully rendered framed watercolor hanging on the teak wall above the sofa. The small rustic cabin nestled in snow-covered pine trees seemed an odd choice for artwork on a boat.
    She slid onto the cool leather seat, the thick mug cradled between her hands, and inhaled the scent of good French roast. She let the heat swirl down inside her.
    While compact, the boat had everything a person could possibly want—other than dry land. Her father's boat had been bigger, more expensive, flashier. Trevor Church loved the sizzle as much as the steak… which, she supposed, was why his too tall, unattractive daughter was such a disappointment… Tally looked around for a distraction. All she needed were a few minutes to slap patches on her self-control.
    She could always polish—but the gleaming teak didn't need it. The curved banquet seat on which she sat was covered in royal blue, tufted leather, and a blue and tan plaid carpet covered the floor. All the comforts of home.
    Her stomach jumped, and her pulse refused to settle down. It made no sense. No sense at all. Boats didn't just blow up for no reason. She shuddered, lifting the mug to her mouth.
    The bathroom door snicked open.
    The room immediately got smaller as the pirate emerged wearing nothing but wrinkly fluorescent lime green shorts and steam.
    Lord, he was yummy. Tally had a disconcerting urge to rush over and rub her face on his six-pack abs.
    "Are you warm enough?" Michael asked.
    She was hot all over. And it had nothing to do with her shower. Tally pressed the mug to her mouth for a moment before she remembered to take a sip. "I'm like the baby bear. Juuust right."
    His lips twitched. "Okay, little bear, take off the shirt so I can check your arm."
    "I don't need to remove my top—my arms stick out the sides, in case you haven't noticed."
    "Honey, I've noticed everything about you, up to, and including, this little mole right here." He brushed a finger under her right ear, and the small hairs all over her body