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tomorrow. Have a complete engine overhaul done. Miss a trick and it’s your hide.”
    “ Sieg Heil , Captain!” Harry said, snapped booted heels together, and gave a Hitler’s salute. “Tyranny so wins out over charm. But there’s a small matter of two charters at the same time. What’re you going to do?”
    The few seconds of distraction proved fatal, and when he glanced up, Jenny Taylor had vanished.
    “Terry? The two charters?”
    “I’ll phone Geoff and see if I can fob the other one off for four weeks.”
    “Your call. You’re the captain. Even if it’s blatantly obvious you’re thinking with your prick.”
    “Sod it, Harry. I’ll meet you back at the Glory .”
    Terry’s lips flattened as he watched the Texan saunter away. He had three friends in this world: Harry, his partner, Geoff, and Rolan Paxton. All of them would risk their lives for each other. Yet when it came to women, an unsaid gloves-off principle held, and he had no illusions Harry would target his Asian darling.
    The notion riled him, and he knew he had to have a strategic advantage over his first mate before the end of the evening. Even the thought of Harry pursuing her after Terry ended their affair caused his jaw to clench. He kneaded his nape and avoided analyzing the reasons behind this sudden surge of jealousy and ownership. For the next three weeks, the little Asian belonged to him and him only.
    Impatient, so randy he’d fricking come if she so much as licked her lips, Terry boarded the boat early and paced the deck, waiting, plotting, and cutting the time between greeting and screwing down second by second. He’d already explored the cabins below and knew exactly where he would take her.
    Women sensed his sexual heat.
    Each female passenger raked him head to toe, and ascertaining his disinterest, darted speculative glances at all the other women on board, wondering who was the lucky one. He ignored the visual come-ons.
    His lungs hiccupped when he caught sight of her sashaying up the gangplank dressed in a Chinese-style satin sheath. Each graceful step outlined her slender curves, and the emerald material glistened wet in the sun’s receding rays.
    She stopped in front of him, and he curled his hands around the boat’s rail. The temptation to kidnap her and steal a page from his barbarian ancestors threatened to overpower all rational thought.
    “Jenny.”
    “Terrence,” her uncle said and held out a paw.
    Terry acknowledged the greeting with a nod of his head and a brief handshake, determined not to take his eyes off her, drowning in her essence.
    “I know you two met earlier, and I introduced my niece as Jenny, but she prefers her Chinese name, which is Su-Lin.”
    “Su-Lin,” he intoned and raised her hand to his lips. Unable to resist, his tongue traced the center of her palm. His eyelids closed when she flinched and then melted into his caress. He could have eaten her fingers forever, drawing each one into his mouth, nibbling on each succulent tip, but she jerked her hand away, and his hooded lids flicked open.
    Those jade eyes wouldn’t meet his gaze, and she turned away, the side of her nape coloring a dusky rose. He drank in her profile, noting the contrasts, the Asian and white combinations of her unique beauty.
    Three weeks. Three weeks with her on the Glory , in the cabin next to his, which had a connecting door. His prick wept with greed. Terry razed her with the fervor of an addict scoping his next fix.
    She drifted out of his line of vision, following her aunt and uncle’s path to the bar punctuating the boat’s bow.
    “What are you doing here?”
    That cultured baritone, honed to aristocratic perfection, could belong to only one person.
    Hands jammed into fists, he shuffled right and faced the man he hadn’t seen or spoken to in more than a decade.
    “I live on a boat in the Mediterranean. I’m the one who’s supposed to be here,” Terry growled, his earlier exuberance morphing into anger. “What