Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,13

do.”

David closed the file and slid it into the top drawer of his desk.

This was going to work. It had to.

Chapter Five

Aura had to admit, One-Eyed Bob could cook.

This wasn’t going to be a week of canned sea rations. She’d learned over dinner that he owned Bob’s Seafood in Savannah and enjoyed catering their voyages these days. She caught herself looking forward to tomorrow.

After dinner, Colton assigned the crew to their posts for the night shift.

Greyson was on duty, which meant he’d be sleeping during the day. If he kept the same schedule for the remainder of the journey, she might be able to avoid contact with him, other than preparing for the mission, which suited her fine.

She’d enjoyed chatting with Harmony and Char more than she had expected. The computer hacker and the history professor seemed like they’d have nothing in common, but the two women finished each other’s sentences like sisters.

Maybe that was part of being a crew.

She rubbed her chest, bottling up the emotions churning in her heart. How many years had it been since she’d last talked to her sister? God, don’t do the math. She hopped to her feet and started helping Bob clear the table while the crew reported to their posts.

“You’re going to be bad for my waistline on this trip,” she said as she dropped a pile of plates into the garbage can in the corner.

He grinned from the sink, washing out the pots and pans. “Glad you liked it.” His smile faded a little. “How’s it going with Greyson? Are you ready to go ashore?”

“I am.” She shrugged and grabbed a washcloth to wipe down the table. “I can’t speak for your gunner, though.”

“He’ll be ready.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Greyson wouldn’t have agreed to sail home only to make an arse of himself.”

“Home?” She looked over her shoulder. “I couldn’t place his accent before beyond…piratical. He’s from Scotland?”

“Aye.” Bob nodded slowly. “He almost never left.”

She raised a brow and straightened. “What’s that mean?”

Bob turned off the water and dried his hands, scanning the mess hall before he answered. “Greyson escaped the gallows. Still had the noose ’round his neck when he found Captain Flynn.”

She wanted to ask for more details, but given her experience earlier with Harmony and Captain Flynn, she figured Bob would probably tell her to ask Greyson, and she wasn’t going to do that. Instead, she filed away the information and headed for the door. “I think I better turn in. Night, Bob.”

“Night, Agent Henderson.” He winked his good eye. “Rest well, lass.”

She walked onto the deck and stared up the mast.

She’d never had any boating experience to compare it to, but this replica the crew had built of the original Spanish galleon was awe-inspiring. Not only was the ship itself about 150 feet long, but the mainmast appeared to be just as tall as the ship was long. Ratlines ran up the sides of the sails to the crow’s nest at the top. Her gaze traveled up the lines, all the way up.

Greyson’s profile was unmistakable. He stood tall in the crow’s nest, with his long hair blowing back on the wind. His broad shoulders blocked the moonlight as he lifted a spyglass to his eye. From this distance, she could appreciate his rugged, masculine form without any chance he might see her and get the wrong idea.

Harmony came by and nudged her with her shoulder. “Nice view?”

“What?” Aura stepped back, shaking her head. “No. I just wondered what he’s watching for. We’re not in danger of an iceberg or anything, right?”

Harmony gave her a knowing that’s-some-bullshit look, but she was kind enough to let it go. “No icebergs. Caleb has a radar installed onboard, along with GPS. No way he’d let us hit anything.”

Aura pointed up at the mast. “Then why is he up there?”

“Best view on the entire ship.” Harmony looked up at the top of the mast. “He can watch for rough water and rogue waves from there, too.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Aura forced a smile, aching to get away. She had webcams to place, and she shouldn’t have been wasting time ogling a hot pirate. “Well, I better get to my room so I can finish up some work.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow.” Harmony headed for the cabins at the stern of the ship.

Aura jogged down the steps to her cabin beside the armory room and took out her phone.

Agent Bale had sent three texts about the webcams. She’d been