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just stop the whole thing? Call it off with the escort? He’d still get a free cruise. Hell, she would make sure he still got paid. If she could just figure out who he was. Tyler or Mason. It had to be one of the men.
    The reporter could be anyone. She’d just watch her step and stay in her room as much as possible. Maybe she could even get Tyler and Mason to share her suite, and she could take Mason’s room. The reporter wouldn’t know to look for her there.
    “Tell me who the escort is.” She sighed. “I’ll take care of it. Stay in my room alone or something for the next week.”
    “That’s another problem,” Jane’s voice came weakly over the connection. “All I have is his Instant Messenger handle. The service is anonymous. Before you ask, he’s not responding to my messages at all.”
    “Look on the check you wrote. His name has to be somewhere.” She couldn’t take this drama. She wanted to go back to the suite and hide out for the next week. Only, Tyler was there. He’d want to talk about the situation. She couldn’t take any more talking. Not right now.
    “It was an electronic transfer. My account to his, and I only have the account numbers. No name. Probably for his protection.”
    “Do you at least know what he looks like? If he’s young, he should be easy to spot. Most everyone on board is over sixty.”
    “Sure.” Jane’s voice brightened at the prospect of helping her. “He’s your perfect man, just like in your books. Longish dark hair, green eyes. Strong jaw. Nice body.”
    Great. She just described Tyler. And Mason. Neither of whom had been forthcoming about their jobs. They talked in riddles. Either of them could be the escort. Her skin went clammy.
    Either of them could be the reporter.
    “And...well.” Jane’s voice was quiet over the cellular line. “He’s in your room. I, um, changed your booking.”
    Well, one question was answered. Tyler was the escort. Somehow that fact wasn’t as reassuring as she had hoped.
    A dull throbbing started at the base of her neck. A week on a cruise should not have this much drama. Ever.
    “Jane, you couldn’t.” Her voice rose with each word.
    “I just wanted to make sure you had a good time, and—”
    “You could have booked a serial killer into my room—”
    Jane talked over her. “I knew if you were left alone, you’d stay holed up in that stateroom and work. You needed a break. Still need a break. And he’s not a serial killer. He comes very highly recommended.”
    As if that made a difference. Casey leaned against the passageway wall and then slid to the floor. She had made a fool of herself in front of the Cruise Director. No wonder they had no clue about how a strange man got into her room. It all made perfect sense, in a Jane sort of way.
    But if Tyler was the escort, that meant Mason was...what?
    “Do you know who the reporter is?”
    “Couldn’t get my source to tell me,” Jane said. The sound of shuffling papers was loud in the silence that followed. “I’m not even sure which paper sent him. All I got was the parent company name, and that group owns a handful of papers. And gossip rags.” The words were whispered into the phone.
    So Mason could be the reporter. Or he could just be some random guy on a love cruise. He didn’t seem like the reporter type. But then, Nate had never seemed like the gay type either.
    Holing up in her room was sounding better and better. If she could just get Tyler off her couch, and that wasn’t going to happen. Now that she knew Jane set this whole thing up, she couldn’t very well demand that he be moved.
    “I’m sorry, Casey. I’ve ruined this whole thing for you. You won’t be able to rest or work now.”
    Casey shook her head. Jane was well-meaning, but her delivery left a lot to be desired. If they hadn’t been friends since college, Casey would fire her. “I’ll deal with it. Who knows, maybe there’s a book in this whole fiasco after all. But Jane, if you ever do