Page 7 of Escape to the Sun

“Good job.” He patted the kid on the head as he hopped into the boat with a practiced, fluid motion. “Almost ready?”

“Si, Señor Ash. All done.” He grabbed the last box and tucked it under the front seat. The boat was full. It would be a slow ride back if he wanted to keep the splash down.

“Good work, Miguel.” Ash reached into his back pocket and pulled out a few bills. “You’ll get that cart back to Sara for me?”

Miguel nodded. “I’ll get the woman now.”

“Right. The woman.” Ash shook his head. “Wait. The woman?”

“Si, Señor. La mujer.” His scrawny arm pointed toward the deck of the Bitter End and the same dark-haired beauty who’d tempted Ash to break his self-imposed rules.

Damn.

While he watched, she stood and stretched her arms overhead. Her T-shirt crept up just enough that he knew he’d be able to see a band of sun-kissed skin if he stood close enough.

Double damn.

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