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Ransom pulls out his cuffs to arrest her just as Wes steps in and grabs him by the wrist.

“Don’t even think about it, buddy,” Wes growls just as an army of security guards storm the lounge and Wes instructs them to haul Becky Lee away instead.

“Wait,” I pant as I pull Ransom close. “She was abused. I want to make sure she gets a decent lawyer. And in the least, a decent psychiatrist.”

Ransom gives a solemn nod. “I’ll make sure of it myself.”

“Thank you,” I practically mouth the words.

“All right,” Wes says, looking sternly at Ransom. “You’re coming with me.” He turns my way. “You, too, Trixie.”

Before I can say anything, Elodie rushes into the room and right to my side.

“What did I miss?” she pants while craning her neck past me at the masses who happen to be rapt at attention.

“Wes is taking Ransom and me somewhere,” I say, nodding to the captain. “Where are we going?”

“To the honeymoon suite,” he says without hesitation, causing Elodie to coo and wiggle her shoulders suggestively as only Elodie can.

“The three of you? Perfectly kinky,” she purrs. “Can I watch?”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” I grunt.

I’m about to let Wes lead the way just as a spray of miniature stars illuminates to my right, and I turn to see Sassy gifting Reed a sultry kiss on the lips. And oddly enough, it looks as if he’s kissing her back.

Sassy kicks up a heel as the smooch seems to go on forever before she floats up toward the ceiling. She turns my way and blows me a kiss as well.

“Enjoy that hot hunk of a man, Trixie Troublefield Baxter,” she calls out with a wave. And just as I blow her a kiss right back, she up and disappears in a shower of pink and red stars.

I pull Ransom in close.

Enjoying this hot hunk of a man is exactly what I plan on doing next.

CHAPTER37

While Trixie’s Away, the Ship Will Play—The Elodie Edition

Farewell, my faithful pleasure seekers! As our cruise approaches England (and our newlyweds have finally retreated to their honeymoon suite once again to indulge in their extended security briefing), I think your temporary love guru here will sign off for the duration of the trip.

I’m happy to report that Trixie and Ransom have thoroughly investigated every possible romantic venue this ship has to offer. From the private hot tub to the midnight buffet, from the secluded deck chairs to that suspiciously stable balance beam in the fitness center, they’ve left no stone unturned in their quest forevidence.

Speaking of evidence, the cleaning staff would like to thank them for finally leaving their suite long enough for a proper tidying. Though the mysterious handprints on the balcony glass may need extra attention. And someone should probably explain to the room service staff that those weren’t actual crime scene outlines on the sheets.

But before I go, one final piece of advice for all you lovers at sea—life is short, love is long, and cruise ship beds are surprisingly durable. Make the most of every moment, every sunset, and especially every “do not disturb” sign.

As for me, I hear there’s yet another rather handsome ghost hunter who might need some paranormal activity investigated. A girl can’t let Trixie have all the fun, can she?

Sailing seductively into the sunset,

XOXO Elodie

P.S. Trixie, my love, the blog is all yours again. And I must say, you’ve given new meaning to the term “all hands on deck.” Bravo, my seductive star student. Bravo. Who knew solving crimes could be so steamy?

Me. That’s who.

Trixie

Bess,Nettie, Wes, Elodie, Ransom, and I barely make it three steps out of the formal dining room when Tinsley materializes in front of us as if she’s been summoned by the sound of handcuffs clicking.

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