Page 42 of Sail Away
“Did it come from my company?” Reid asked.
“No. But someone is communicating with Preston. Sally didn’t mean to read the email, but once she did, she had to send it to me. Now I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.”
“What did the email say?” Darcie asked. “And who was it from?”
“It says:I agree with the new plan. I’ve already sent out the rumors. It won’t matter how it happens, we will be able to create enough speculation that we’ll be covered.And it was sent fromThe Weatherby.”
Darcie jumped to her feet. “What?”
“Someone on that yacht is communicating with the outside world and setting this up. And from what little detective work I’ve done so far,” Jag said, “all fingers point to Jim.”
* * *
Reid reached out and curled his fingers around Darcie’s forearms. “Stop pacing.” When she got angry, she was like a raging inferno blazing out of control with no water source in sight.
“How the hell can you be so calm?” she asked.
“Trust me, I’m not. But until I sort through all the information that your cousin was able to get me, and we figure out if Jim is actually part of this conspiracy, there isn’t much we can do.”
“How could you go to my brother behind my back?”
“I didn’t,” Reid said. “I haven’t seen you to tell you what I did.”
“Would you have told me?”
“I don’t know.” Reid let out a long breath. “If I had found out about Captain Jim before you, I might have kept that to myself until this was over.”
“At least you’re being honest.”
He cupped her cheeks. “I don’t want you in the middle of this. I’m shocked your brother sent you here knowing Jim might be involved. And I’m beginning to think Preston is dangerous. I mean, deadly dangerous. And that scares me.”
“Did you ever think I might be able to help, and Jag knows it?” she said with an arched brow and the corner of her mouth tipped upward.
“That doesn’t mean any of you need to put your careers in—”
“Would you just shut up?” She raised up on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to Reid’s lips. It wasn’t a long kiss, or a passionate one.
But it was a powerful one, and it told him that he’d better listen to the woman in his arms or else he might not get a second chance.
Ever.
“I want to see that email that Jim supposedly sent.” She held on to his wrists. “I know his personal email. I also know how he writes. Actually, I want to see every email that you have from that address.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Reid said.
“Why not? And if you say you’re trying to protect me, I’ll knee you.”
He cringed. “Is it so bad to want to make sure nothing bad happens to you?”
“No. I think it’s sweet. But it doesn’t change anything. Now, I’ll go get my computer.”
“No need.” He’d lost his fucking mind. He should be telling her to go back to her cabin and let him deal with his problems. Only Jag, for some godforsaken reason, had pushed her right into the fire. “I’ve got a tablet that will let you look at everything.”
“Everything?” she asked.
“Yes. You might as well help me sort all the data.”
“That sounds really fucking boring,” she said. “How does a thrill seeker cope with that?”
