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the warm male body on her couch, she smiled.
    “Mason. What a surprise.” Great line, Case. You must be a writer.
    “I decided six o’clock was too far away, and I wanted to see if you got that cell phone removed from your hand yet.”
    Holding out her hands, Casey asked, “As you can see, the surgery went fine.” The phone was once again buried in the bottom of her bag. She’d never answered the earlier call. It was probably just Jane reminding her to take a chance, and she was already doing that on her own.
    Mason pretended to examine her palms, his index finger tracing the life line and sending a shiver up her spine.
    She needed to get him out of here. Away from bloody tissues, and questions from a male escort. Or his questions about why she needed a male escort.
    Or her own questions about why Jane had started this whole crazy thing.
    Jerking her hands away from him, she blurted, “Let’s go get that drink.”
    He raised one eyebrow. “Don’t you want to know why I’m here first?”
    “Doesn’t really matter. I’ll just get my bag,” she said, slipping back through the door and shutting in it his face.
    She looked from her bag to Tyler's questioning gaze. She grabbed a couple of tissues and pressed them in his hand. “I’ll be back and we can figure this all out.” Before he could reply, she escaped out the stateroom door.
    She took two steps down the hall before she realized Mason wasn’t following. “Aren’t you coming?”
    “Sure. I just thought we might need to talk about this before we dive right in,” he said, rubbing one hand over the back of his neck. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing. I mean, we both have our reasons for being on this ship. I’m here for work, but that will be simpler if we...uh, talk first.”
    The world tilted and she flung her right hand against the wall to steady herself. “Work?” The words came slowly from between her lips.
    His face darkened. Was that a blush?
    “Well, I mean we...we both know what this is about.” He stumbled over the words. “It can still be fun. I mean, I’m all about enjoying my work, but I usually lay down some ground rules. For both our protection.”
    Jane was dead. Absolutely. Positively. Dead.
    She set up this fiasco by hiring an escort, and now Casey had a nose-bleeding nerd in her room, and a blushing stud outside her door. Either could be her escort, and both of them were leading to nothing but trouble.
    Her cell phone buzzed inside her bag. Before Mason could stumble over his we-need-to-lay-down-some-groundrules-speech anymore, she held up her finger for silence and flipped open the phone.
    “There is big trouble, Casey. You’ve got to get off that boat.” Jane’s voice was bordering on hysterical. Casey had never heard her agent be anything but calm and supportive. This new Jane sent chills up and down her spine.
    “I can’t get off the boat, Jane. We’re already underway.” Had been for some time, because when Casey had gone inside to grab her purse, she’d seen only a shrinking Miami outside her window.
    “This is all my fault. I should have never suggested this. Should have just let you slink away and hide out in your apartment. The reporters would have gotten bored eventually. I could have brought you take out and we could have bashed stupid Nate.”
    Bam, bam, bam. Was Jane hammering her desk?
    “What’s going on Jane? We’ll handle it.” She smiled at Mason and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “Hey, we all have someone we have to take care of.”
    Mason jiggled his head and grinned back at her.
    Casey tried to decipher Mason’s attempt at sign language.
    He walked the fingers of his right hand across his left palm, asking if she wanted him to leave.
    No.
    Yes.
    Hell, she didn’t know. Shaking her head, she again focused on Jane, just in time for her world to explode.
    “There’s a reporter on board with you.”
    Casey fought down the bubble of panic rising in her throat. “But you’re the