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declined."
"You want me to intimidate them?"
"You betcha, buster."
David smiled, and this time his smile had a whole different cast to it. Dark, powerful, frightening - even to me. His skin darkened and took on a metallic sheen beneath its surface, and his eyes glowed like storm lanterns. He looked fey and dangerous and oh my God, hot .
"I thought you'd never ask," he said. "Point me."
We left the harbor before the storm made landfall, which was lucky for nearly everyone except, obviously, us. The Grand Paradise was a pretty massive vessel, but she also had considerable speed at her command. Ships didn't use old-fashioned screws anymore, but propulsion pods, and she was a lot more maneuverable than I'd suspected; we moved quickly but smoothly through the long navigation channel and out toward the open sea.
It was a good thing the ship was fast. That was all that allowed us to exit the man-made cut in time; otherwise, we'd have been boxed in, trapped like a ship in a bottle. And the bottle would have been smashed to smithereens.
Leaving port didn't mean we were free, though. Not even close. The storm wheeled like a flock of crows and came roaring after us, brushing Miami with the hem of its black skirts and probably creating another aneurysm for insurance adjusters, although it was nowhere near the destruction that could have rained down on them. The Grand Paradise 's engines growled and throbbed, louder than I imagined they normally would be for pleasure-cruise speeds, and we took on extra speed, crashing through the choppy seas as fast as the captain dared.
The storm gained on us.
I stood at one of the thick glass windows in the first-class lounge and watched the trouble unfolding. The storm's outer bands had spiraled over the city, but through the driving rain I could see the lights of the towers. Power was still on, and that meant things weren't so bad. Miami was tough. It would make it.
I wasn't so sure, now that we were sailing full speed ahead, that the same could be said of the Grand Paradise.
After a quick Weather Warden meeting, we agreed that we would attack the storm as one unit, but we'd wait until we'd lured it out well away from the mainland and any populous islands before we started screwing with it. Deeper, cooler waters would slow it down, too, which was to our benefit. The Grand Paradise was fast enough to keep ahead of the storm for a few hours at least, though the margin of safety would be steadily eroding. The winds inside the eyewall were ferocious.
Effectively, that meant I had an hour off, more or less, so I went to my cabin.
Considering that we were sailing off on a potentially lethal sort of mission, it was a bit surprising to find that I was enjoying the moment a little. I hadn't been on a sailing ship in a very long time, and this luxurious-cruise thing was something I hadn't even dreamed about. Dream honeymoon, part of me sighed. Except for the imminent threat of total destruction, another part warned.
Yeah, so, this is my life.
No sign of Cherise, but the downstairs shower was running. I hadn't brought any luggage, so my unpacking consisted of trudging upstairs to the second level, and slipping off my shoes. My feet sighed, and so did I. The carpet felt like clouds exported from heaven in the ultimate free-trade agreement. I tried out the bed, and it was definitely from God's own bedroom, from the body-contouring mattress to the silken sheets.
Then I sniffed myself. "Ugh," I said, and fought my way back upright. It wasn't right, subjecting this kind of luxury to the stench of my body. Besides, I'd been craving a shower for days now, and being caught in the cold, pounding rain hadn't exactly counted.
The small bath proved to have a very nice shower, complimentary robes and slippers, and a variety of expensive shampoos and soaps.
Score. I spent a blissful half hour naked and slippery beneath the massaging showerhead, washing away the sticky exhaustion. When my fingertips started wrinkling, I finally shut down the water - honestly, it was better than a ride at Disney - and belted the robe as I walked down the curving stairs to the first floor.
The room was smaller than I'd expected, but still larger than many hotel suites, and it had all the good stuff even the most discriminating guest would demand. Polished mahogany, fine carpets, luxurious furniture.