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would be high. Shit. What a clusterfuck.
    His men were talking in shorthand in his ear. He should be up on deck with them, securing the prisoners for transportation. But with their communication, he also heard gunshots, running feet, shouts. Since he dared not risk leaving Hannah anywhere onboard unattended while he did his thing, his only choice was to stay glued to her side until he could get her- and GQ- onto one of the waiting trawlers.
    He activated his comm. “Let me know when everyone’s secure. I have the woman with me. My idiotic brother is here, too. Tall, blond. Looks like a movie star. Colton. Don’t scuff up his designer outfit. Bring him downstairs. Second cabin on the left.”
    “The woman ?” Hannah gave him a hostile look, as he disconnected. “Lovely. So you’re not alone in this little venture, you brought thugs? Are you going to te-“
    He pressed a finger to her soft lips to silence her as his headset beeped discreetly in his ear. “Package secure.” Grazioso told him. “On our way.”
    Her expression tightened and she slapped his hand away from her face.
    “Sit-rep?” Keeping an eye on her, Gray listened to his teams as they reported in. They had everyone in the salon, ready for departure. “Take the packages and start processing. I’ll be right behind you.”
    While he talked, Hannah dropped to her knees, giving him a nice view of her jean-clad ass as she foraged under the bed, then rose to stand several feet further away, her insulin pen in her hand. A timely reminder of just how damned inconvenient—how fucking dangerous—this situation had become. Not just for a civilian, but this delicate, beautiful, sprite of a civilian. Hannah had type one diabetes.
    How many insulin pens did she have with her? She was nothing if not practical. If she’d expected to be here for a day or two, she would’ve brought enough for two weeks. Or had this little voyage to nowhere been a surprise? In which case, not enough. “How much insulin did you bring with you?”
    “Enough,” she told him flatly. Her snapping eyes said ‘what I do, and how I do it, are none of your fucking business.’
    She wasn’t his to worry about. His stomach knotted. He had to let it go.
    “Does what you’re doing here have anything to do with Colton’s new business partners? Because, just so you know, they insisted that he and the other two guys pay their share in loose diamonds. Which just adds another layer of wtf to this whole situation.”
    What the fuck was about right. “Diamonds can’t be traced. Or not easily anyway. And at that, the trail would lead to my idiotic brother and the other two morons who fell for this elaborate scam. These aren’t businessmen, and trust me, there’s no investment other than a dozen rocket launchers, crates of South African Amscor BXP submachine guns, and PPS43′s from Russia. These guys are Abadinista National Liberation Front, and they’re about to stage a coup that, if not stopped, will change the face of South America forever.”
    “Terrorists, Hannah,” he said, voice stone cold. “The diamonds are to fund a massive arms deal the ANLF have brokered, and the weapons they’ve been amassing for six months.”
    “They told Colton they’re building a fancy resort on a private island.” She chewed her lower lip, mulling over what he’d said. Grayson could practically hear the gears in her brain clacking.
    “While I’ve already stated my disapproval—vehemently—the model of the complex is upstairs in the salon,” she admitted coolly, chin up, eyes not quite so sure. “As much as I don’t like or trust them, I have to admit from what I’ve seen of the plans, their complex resort looks spectacular. Maybe this time GQ will surprise us all.”
    Grayson cocked a disbelieving brow. “Jesus, Hannah. Did you drink the Kool-Aid?”

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    H annah kept her game face on. “I can do without the sarcasm,” she lifted her chin, keeping her gaze rock steady, as her tummy