Pirate's Promise (Sentinels of Savannah #5) - Lisa Kessler Page 0,25

they transitioned into life on land, he made the natural move to manage funds for clients at his investment firm in Savannah.

Caleb approached her with a pewter mug in hand. “You’re welcome to join us. There’s beer and rum in the galley.”

She looked over at the doors to the galley, then glanced at the navigator with a tentative smile. “I don’t want to interrupt. I was just curious when I heard the music.”

Caleb looked over at his crewmates. “We didn’t have cell phones or internet connections back when we sailed. Song and dance were the only entertainment available. I guess we’re creatures of habit.”

Aura smiled, clapping with the others as Keegan ended the song. “Getting a private concert isn’t a bad thing.”

“I agree.” He nodded and took a drink from his mug. “You’re sure you don’t want to join us?”

Aura scanned the crowd, and the second her gaze landed on Greyson, he looked up as if he’d sensed her nearby. His eyes locked on her as his lips curved into a barely there smile. Her toes curled in her shoes. And now she was imagining kissing him all over again. Shit. Why did he have to look at her like that?

He gestured to the empty spot beside him. She shook her head. No sense pretending to be one of them. Better to keep her feet planted on the side of reality.

She turned to Caleb. “I better not. I have a lot of work to do.” She met his eyes. “Thanks for the offer, though.”

Her gratitude was sincere, and part of her wished she could stay and play pirate, but being near Greyson was too tempting.

She patted the pocket of her jeans, feeling the last two webcams. There was work to do anyway, and if they were all busy on the top deck, it would be easier to get the tiny webcams placed and check in with Kingsley and be sure the feeds were working. She was here to work, not to dance.

She left them to their fun and jogged back down the stairs to the lower deck.

The long hallways boasted doors on either side. She opened doors as she made her way down the hall. There were cabins for the crew, an office with ledgers—probably John’s—and finally, she found the map room.

There was a large mahogany conference table in the center with a computer at one end and a map laid out on the other. This must be Caleb’s domain.

The navigator had their route to Scotland plotted with colored pins. She wandered deeper inside, searching for a place for the tiny webcam.

At the top of the bookshelves, she located a space between two large tomes. It would work. She pushed the switch to make the feed go live and slid the camera into place. Good enough.

She checked a few more doors that appeared to be more small cabin rooms like hers. The purpose of the cameras wasn’t to spy on individuals—it was more to be certain of the crew’s movements.

It would be impossible for her to tell if the boat was on course for Savannah after they had the Tyrfing on board, but Kingsley could watch them remotely with the cams and let her know if they were being double-crossed.

The more time she spent with them, the more certain she was that the webcams were unnecessary, but Agent Bale had been insistent, so she would do her job.

She opened another door and found a storeroom filled with supplies for the Sea Dog’s usual purpose—school tours. There were preprinted sheets filled with the history of pirates in Savannah and another one naming all the parts of the Spanish galleon. She snooped a little further and plucked out a reference page on the weapons room.

There were photos of the cannon line, and the armory was lined with muskets and a few cutlass swords.

“The kids like my sheet the best.”

She spun around to find Greyson leaning against the doorframe. How long had he been there? The last webcam was suddenly burning a hole in her pocket. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping? I thought you had the night shift on deck?”

“I got four hours in. I’m fine.”

She shrugged and forced a smile as she held up the sheet of paper. “This is an impressive list of weapons here.”

“I’d be willing to give you a tour of the armory.”

She should say no. She still needed to place the final webcam, but she was curious. And it would be good to decide where the safest spot in