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dressed and get out. Right now.”
    “Put down the knife, Sabrina.” This time there was soft command in his tone. Matt’s voice had taken on the same cold edge as the steel she was holding.
    “I’m not putting it down until you leave.”
    “Damn it, stop acting hysterical and give me that knife.” Imperiously he held out his hand as he walked deliberately forward.
    “I’ll give you about five seconds to get into your slacks, then I’m tossing you out into the hall. If you want to run through Acapulco stark naked, that’s your business.”
    “Sabrina, you’re being ridiculous. For God’s sake be careful with that thing,” he added quickly as she raised it menacingly. “It’s not some rusty pocketknife. It’ll cut your hand to ribbons if you don’t watch it.”
    “Think what it will do to some of the more useless portions of your anatomy.” Her eyes dropped scathingly down his chest to his naked thighs.
    “Oh, shit. I can’t believe this. Sabrina, you’re out of your head.” But Matt reached for his slacks and yanked them on with more haste than he had planned. He was aware of just how sharp the blade of the boot knife was, even if she wasn’t, and it was distinctly uncomfortable having her wave it around like that. Christ, if Kirby could see him now, dodging his own weapon, he’d probably laugh himself sick.
    “Hurry up!”
    “Sabrina, we’ll talk in the morning when you’ve had a chance to calm down.” Matt edged toward the door, collecting his shirt and shoving his feet into his boots.
    “I don’t ever want to talk to you again.”
    “Honey, we got off to a rocky start, but if you think it’s going to end here—”
    “I don’t think it’s going to end here,” she hissed, “I know it’s going to end here. Because I’m putting a stop to it!” She motioned aggressively with the knife and Matt found himself moving respectfully back a pace.
    “I’m leaving but I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Out!”
    “Okay, okay!” He opened the door and stepped into the hall, feeling like an idiot having to retreat before his own knife. Any attempt to take it away from Sabrina was going to enrage her further and they’d probably both get cut in the process. “Give me the knife before I leave, Sabrina. It’s not a toy and it’s not a tool. It’s a weapon, and I don’t want you accidentally hurting yourself with it.”
    “You want this damn knife? You can have it!”
    Before he realized her intention she had raised the blade to shoulder height and hurled it as if it were a baseball. Matt sucked in his breath as the polished steel blade whipped end over end faster than the eye could see and landed with a solid thunk in the corridor wall behind him.
    Stunned, he turned to stare at the vibrating handle. He was watching it in fascination as she tossed the knife sheath at his feet. Matt was still staring at the blade when the door to Sabrina’s room slammed shut.
    A lucky throw in more ways than one. She must have been standing at just the right distance. A few feet farther forward or a step backward and the knife would have struck the wall on the flat side and clattered to the floor.
    On the other hand, a foot or so to the right and the thing would have buried itself to the hilt in his shoulder.
    “Well, shit.”
    Gingerly Matt pried the blade free from the wall and picked up the sheath. With a last glance at Sabrina’s locked door he started down the corridor to the elevators.
    It really had been a rough day.
     
     

Chapter Two
    Sabrina went eyeball to eyeball with a small, brilliant-orange fish that had just darted out from the protection of the reef. She blinked slowly at it through the diving mask, and the nervous creature flashed back toward the convoluted reef.
    Sabrina watched it disappear and considered the proposition that there was no justice in the universe. The proposition was false, of course. The universe was full of justice: manmade justice. And it varied from man to