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tried to picture the layout of the ship, and if she’d seen any lifeboats. There must be some on a ship this size…
    Okay. Hannah’s brain was in overdrive, Let’s just say, there really is a bomb. Let’s say I have less than thirty minutes to find Colton, figure out how to get a lifeboat into the water- let’s just go ahead and say…The situation looks frigging hopeless.
    God. Used to being the person everyone looked to for solutions, this was going to be a dramatic and permanent fail.
    “Ignado Mauro. The head guy’s number two lieutenant. He’s the one we came for. Did you see what they did with the diamonds?”
    “They’re on the table next to the 3-D model of the resort. Or they were fifteen minutes ago when I came down here.”
    “Payment is diamonds, near model,” he told someone. Then addressed her. “My men will find them.”
    “Who are you talking to?”
    “My men.”
    “Great.” Okay. More men. Two groups to evade now. Colton’s friends with their neck-less bodyguards, and Grayson with his “men”. How many? “Make sure they hold onto a third of them. I’m taking those home with me.” Pushing her hair off her face, she gave Grayson an up and down look. As much as she hated him, if he was the last person she saw before she died, she wanted to be in his arms, not talking about Colton. Ugh . Where had that thought come from? Shaking her head slightly, she tried to think clearly, “Your men, huh?”
    He had no right to look so good. He should be ravaged with shame, and bowed with unhappiness. Instead he looked tanned and handsome, and ridiculously buff in the thing he was wearing which looked like a skintight wetsuit. The matte black defined his broad shoulders, the ridges of his abs, and his strong arms and legs. Her eyes dropped to his groin, where his package was tucked away, the large bulge flattened behind a hard protective covering which she’d felt when he was on top of her.
    Seeing that bulge, brought a visceral muscle memory to her body, of his narrow hips pounding against her as he made love to her. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other-
    Maybe the men she’d overheard hadn’t meant a bomb . Maybe they’d been talking about…. What else could they possibly have meant? Good guy or bad guy, this was still Grayson. And while Hannah sure as shit didn’t trust him with her heart, she did trust him to protect her when the chips were down. And how much more could chips be down than being within yards of a bomb?
    “But more importantly-“
    “Call it in to the Peruvian authorities, and we’ll leave it for them to deal with. Five.” Gray, still talking to someone else, looked up to catch Hannah watching him. “Did you take your insulin?”
    She nodded. Over the shock of seeing him in the last place she expected to see him, Hannah’s synapses started firing. None of that was important now. “Gray. Listen to me. There’s a-“
    The door slammed open and Colton burst in. “Hannah, the ship is crawling with terrorists—Grayson?” If not for the Botox, he’d be frowning. “What the fuck?” Not a blonde hair out of place, his summer white designer suit immaculate, the body hugging black, silk t-shirt underneath molded to his flat stomach, Colton looked like a GQ cover model in all his sartorial splendor.
    Gray grabbed his brother by the upper arm and jerked him further into the room, which suddenly felt crowded as a man dressed as Gray was, and also carrying a large black gun, followed behind Colton and shut the door.
    Clearly Grayson was controlling the urge to do violence to his younger brother. Hannah knew how he felt. That was probably the one thing they still had in common. She curled her short nails into her palms as she moved out of the way. She was so letting him do his thing.
    Grayson shook him. “What the fuck are you doing here, Colton?”
    His brother struggled uselessly in his grip. “Goddamn it, Grayson! What are you doing here? Are you