Miguel wasn’t fooling Reed in the least.
Chapter Eleven
Lori, Shannon, and Avery opened the doors between their adjoining rooms and tag teamed sleep during the night. The ship’s physician deemed Trina intoxicated with the chance of drugs in her system. Since that particular combination wasn’t unheard of on the ship, and since with some effort he could wake her and her vital signs were stable, there wasn’t a need to take her down to the infirmary. He did leave a cup for her urine sample so they could test her for drugs.
“I don’t need that. I just had too much to drink,” Trina protested the pee cup the next morning.
“But you didn’t.” Avery sat cross-legged on the bed where Trina sat holding her head.
“I feel like I did.”
“What do you remember about last night?” Shannon had joined them shortly after the doctor left. Lori left a message in her room for her via Datu, and she camped out with the rest of them.
“We had dinner.”
“We were at the club. Do you remember dancing?”
“Yes.” She shook her head. “Kinda.”
Lori thrust the cup toward Trina again. “Just pee in the damn thing.”
“Stop, okay. I’m fine. Hungover, but otherwise fine.” She stood, held her head. “You guys should go ashore. I’m sure there are better things for you to do than babysit me.”
“Doesn’t it worry you that Miguel might have slipped something in your drink to loosen you up?” Avery was starting to get pissed.
Trina’s gaze scanned the three of them. She grabbed the cup from Lori’s hand. “Fine.” Then disappeared into the bathroom.
The three of them slipped from the bedroom and into the living room section of her suite. The balcony door was open, with the view of Florence in front of them.
“What is she worried about?” Avery asked.
Lori wondered the same thing.
“Let’s shower and regroup for breakfast.” Lori could use the time alone with Trina to pick her brain.
Shannon and Avery left her suite in search of their own. Lori waited for Trina to emerge from her bathroom. She glanced around the room.
“They went to their rooms to get ready for the day.”
Trina sighed and sat in one of the chairs. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“For ruining your night. All of you—”
“Please. Don’t even go there. If someone spiked your drink, you didn’t cause this.”
Trina glanced at the bag in her hand.
“I’ve been, uhm . . . taking a mood stabilizer since Fedor. It says right on the bottle I shouldn’t really be drinking while taking it.”
“We’ve been drinking since we arrived in Spain.”
“I know.” Trina studied the floor.
“Have you been taking the medication the whole time?”
“Yeah. I guess I just hit the breaking point.”
Lori wasn’t a doctor, but she assumed that might have something to do with it.
“Let’s let the doctor figure that out, shall we?”
“Seems a waste of his time.”
“Maybe it is.”
“I don’t want you to think less of me because I’m taking pills. I didn’t really want to, but my doctor thought it would help.”
“Has it?”
She shrugged. “It hasn’t hurt . . . until last night.”
“Let’s get to the bottom of it. As far as I can see, last night you had less to drink than the previous four. You haven’t so much as been tipsy this entire cruise.”
Trina opened her mouth.
Lori stopped her before she uttered a word. “I will never judge you for taking medication. I might blame myself for being a part of your marriage to Fedor, but I won’t judge you.”
Trina offered a fake smile. “No one forced me to marry Fedor.”
Lori agreed, but it didn’t ease her guilt at all. “Let’s visit the doctor, okay?”
Twenty minutes later she sat in the small waiting room while Trina spoke with the doctor. Her phone buzzed with a text from Reed.
How is she this morning?
Hung over. We’re in the infirmary now.
The dot, dot, dot had her waiting for his message to come through.
Anything I can do?
It was nice of him to offer. No, go enjoy your vacation in Florence. I doubt we’ll get off the ship today. She had enough guilt knowing Trina had been reduced to taking drugs to get through her day, Lori didn’t want to take advantage of Reed’s goodwill.
Would you ask me to help if you needed it?
She considered lying. I’m not used to asking anyone for help.
I’m here if you change your mind.
The comfort of his words warmed her. Not that she would take him up on his offer.
The door to the exam room opened, and Trina stepped out.
“Well?”
“He suggested I stop taking my medication if I’m drinking.”
Sound advice. “And?”
“And that there was a trace of something extra in my urine.”
Lori felt her muscles tighten. “A trace?”
“He’s sending the sample off the ship for further analysis. He said new designer stuff comes out all the time, and some of it is almost impossible to detect if there are other substances in the bloodstream, like the medication I’ve been taking.”
It was Trina’s turn to look guilty.
“How are you feeling?”
“I have a headache, but otherwise I’m good. A little hungry, even.”
Lori nodded for the door. “Let’s take care of that.”
Outside the door, Trina stopped her. “Don’t tell the others about all this . . . I don’t want them to worry.”
“They’re going to worry anyway.”
“About the drugs. I don’t want them to know . . .”
“If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m good at keeping secrets. You tell them what you want them to know and I’ll back you up. But Trina . . .”
“Yeah?”
“No more drinks handed to you by anyone other than the three of us.”
“I don’t have to be told twice. No liquor for me today at all. Maybe the rest of the week. The meds are going in my suitcase until I’m home, too. I don’t like not knowing what I did last night.”
“I don’t like it either.”
There were many things Reed was good at, and blending into a crowd was one of them.
He didn’t see Miguel and Rogelio as art connoisseurs and found it surprising when they entered the Piazzale Michelangelo. Reed held back when the men he was following paused at the famous statue and studied it.
Reed tracked their gazes up to find the statue of David’s goods right out there for everyone to see. Nothing quite like being mooned from the front, in marble, to make you appreciate your own package.
His targets moved, and David’s chilled package was quickly forgotten. Reed followed them around the plaza, weaving in and out of crowds of people, and then lost them both when they slipped into the restroom.
Reed waited for ten minutes before going in, only to find the space occupied by a half dozen others who were not Miguel or Rogelio.
“What the hell,” he whispered to himself.
There wasn’t a back door, and he’d only let his eyes off the restroom a few seconds at a time. He doubled his step to the door, scanned the people standing around.
On the other side of the street, a leggy brunette hidden behind large sunglasses looked away once he noticed her. He recognized her profile from the ship . . . the sunglasses. Had she bumped into him on the street? He wasn’t quite sure.
Either way, he knew she was spying on Miguel and Rogelio. He also knew, as he looked around the sea of unfamiliar faces, that he’d lost them.
He reached for his cell phone inside of his jacket pocket.
“What the hell are you doing calling this early?”
“C
ut the crap, Jenkins, I need a favor.”
“At o-dark-hundred in the morning?”
“I’m in Italy. Are you going to help me or not?”
“Well aren’t you going all James Bond on me. Of course. What’s up?”
Jenkins was a good ten years younger than Reed, a decent private investigator who spent way too much time calling him to learn the trade. The man owed Reed a favor or two.
“I have a couple of names I need you to look up.”
“That’s easy.”
“In Spain.”
“Okay, maybe not so easy.”
“I have faith in you.” Reed gave him Miguel and Rogelio’s names, or at least the ones they were using on the ship, and told Jenkins to watch his e-mail for pictures of the guys.
“So what are you working on?”
Reed scanned the crowd again. “Do you know what the word private means?”
“Someone’s touchy.”
“I haven’t gotten much sleep. Dig a little, see if you can find anything.”
“Any context you can share?”
“I’m not sure if these guys are opportunistic predators or real players of some sort.”
Reed didn’t prefer to work with partners, but in this case, where he was thousands of miles from home with no real danger of putting his partner at risk, he made the exception.
Reed considered the last time he’d worked with a partner and how that had panned out.
His mind wandered back to when he carried a badge. He was a cop then, and he and his partner, Luke, had been investigating a few amateur drug dealers and were on the path to finding their suppliers. A tip had come in about a warehouse. They were going in to plant surveillance to capture the brains who were beyond the simple dealers.
The two other cops that scoped out the scene with them said they did a pass of the location when they were planting bugs, but as it turned out, that team wasn’t playing for the good guys. Reed and Luke had been ambushed. They didn’t have time to be anything but reactive when they realized the danger they were in.
The trap cost Luke the full use of his right arm and two years of his life to learn to walk again after a bullet ripped through his spine.
Reed escaped with thirty tiny stitches along his jaw and a hole through his desire to carry a badge.
It took six months for Reed to learn the truth about the pair of bad cops. Six months of investigation he had to do on his own, since the force didn’t believe Reed had a claim.
And when Reed went above his captain with the information, Reed had been the one to take the fall. One cover-up after another, and Reed ended up looking like the bad guy.
That’s when he decided to back out.
All because he hadn’t been proactive in his investigation of the drug-dealing thugs.
And what had he learned from all that? To distrust the system and work alone. Becoming a PI seemed the right move.
Still, it was hard to watch and not get involved when something bad was happening to someone good. Reed couldn’t shake the feeling bad was about to come down on his new circle of friends.
Reed hung up without saying good-bye before making his way back to the ship.
He found Lori two hours later stretched out beside Shannon by the pool. Still wearing the jeans he roamed the city in, he was slightly out of place among those soaking in the sun.
Lori tracked his frame as he walked closer, a smile on her face. “Hey. How was Florence?”
He shrugged. “Lots of statues of naked people.”
“Not your thing?” Shannon asked.
He couldn’t stop his grin, or his eyes from landing on Lori. “I like naked as much as the next guy. It’s the marble and brass thing that does nothing for me.”
Lori’s eyes narrowed, her smirk faint enough to show she heard him.
He tried to keep his eyes from traveling to the tops of her breasts.
He failed.
Lori’s chest rose and fell a few times before he looked back into her eyes.
“Ha! Maybe I should leave you two alone.” Shannon lifted her sunglasses from her eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Lori cleared her throat and patted the space on the lounger by her feet.
Reed took the invitation and sat. He rested his hand on Lori’s calf and took her lack of pulling away as a positive step in the right direction.
“How is Trina?” he asked.
“Better. You just missed her. She has spent most the day out here but thought a nap was a good idea.”
“Did the doctor find anything?”
The women exchanged glances. Their body language answered before they opened their mouths. “A trace.”
His smile wavered. “Of?”
“They don’t know yet,” Shannon told him. “They sent out a blood sample.”
“Even if they do find something, chances are they won’t make a big deal about it since nothing happened. Word getting out of spiked drinks on a cruise ship is going to hurt sales.” The lawyer in Lori was coming out.
“Would that leave the ship open for liability?” he asked, knowing it would.
“Probably not, since Trina was drinking and ended up passed out in her stateroom with supervision. We found her before anything bad happened.”
That didn’t sound right to him.
When Lori didn’t meet his eyes, he knew there was more to the story. And perhaps he needed to do a little more digging into Lori’s circle of friends. He’d ask himself later if it was to find dirt for his client or collect information to keep them safe. Right now he justified all of his actions based on being a decent guy.
“Lessons learned,” Shannon said as she picked up a magazine.
He turned his attention back to Lori. “Can I sneak you away tonight?”
Shannon didn’t bother looking up from her riveting reading material when she replied. “Yes, please. Mother hen needs to let someone else helicopter for a while.”
“I’m not a mother hen.” Lori spoke first to Shannon, then turned to Reed. “I’m not.”
He placed a hand on her ankle. “After dinner? Night diving off the back of the boat?”
She lost her smile, her eyes widened. “Do they do that?”
Shannon started laughing.
He laughed and shook his head.
“Man, Lori, for a lawyer you sure are gullible.”
Reed knew if he stuck around these women long enough, one of them would reveal what Lori did for a living. So he smiled and pretended he was surprised. “A lawyer and a pole dancer. That must get complicated.”
Lori slapped at Shannon’s arm.
“Oops.”
Lori rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
He let Lori believe he’d just learned the information about her true profession but didn’t press for more. He’d do that later.
Timing was everything.
“So . . . tonight?”
Chapter Twelve
She couldn’t remember the last time she went to the movies on a date. Dates for her had been dinner, talking, and deciding if the man was breakfast worthy. Reed offered a nice change.
She liked the man. He seemed genuinely interested in Trina’s health, and concerned the night before when they couldn’t find her. His chivalry came in the form of opening doors, listening without interruption, and remembering a blanket from the room. The fact that he was easy to look at was a bonus.
Lori wondered what he thought about her. She questioned what he saw in her that kept him coming back. It wasn’t like he was pushing to get her into bed. Maybe he was turned on by intelligent conversation. Although Lori had never considered herself in that pool, she was starting to change her mind. Then again, she’d done most of the talking, clearly attracting him, while he was doing the manly things that shot her pulse on high.
“I hope you like popcorn.” Reed walked up from behind her, a giant bucket in his hands. The smell alone had her mouth watering.
“Where’s yours?” she asked with a straig
ht face.
He hesitated, and then smiled before handing her the big tub of salt, butter, and carbs. “Careful, I’m always up for a challenge.”
A wave of her hand encouraged him to sit. “Hot chocolate is coming.”
“Perfect.”
A jumbo screen was set up over the main pool, and the deck had been turned into an outside movie theater. The people around them were settling in, most had their eyes focused on the stars in the night sky. It reminded her of the Fourth of July right before the fireworks were due to blast off, and those who remembered the words belted out “The Star-Spangled Banner.” She fisted a handful of popcorn and handed the tub to Reed once he sat down. “This is a fabulous idea.”
“Inside your comfort zone?”
She nodded. “That doesn’t make it boring.”
“I imagine a lot of things with you would not be boring.”
Her eyes lingered on the expanse of his chest before taking their time moving back to his face. “I can be fun.”
“For an attorney?”
She moaned. Damn Shannon for letting that out of the bag. “It was much easier to convince you of my fun factor when I danced on a pole.”
Reed handed her the popcorn and unfolded the blanket he’d brought out as he spoke. “The imagery of a stripper tanks that of sitting behind a desk.”
“I wear heels,” she defended herself.
“Platforms?”
“Oh, please. I can’t walk into divorce court looking like a hooker.”
He spread the blanket over the both of them and moved close enough for her to feel the heat of his body on the double chaise lounge chair.
“Divorce attorney, eh? That fits, I suppose.”
“It does?”
“Sure. Shannon refers to you as the mother hen, seems to me like you’ve appointed yourself as the caregiver for the whole group.”
“I am, in a way.”
“Are they all your clients?”
She blinked a few times, felt a pull of responsibility for her client confidentiality. “They’re my friends.” Which was true.
“Nice diversion, Counselor.” He winked. “I get it. Not my business.”
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