Page 29 of Too Far To Sea
“More gifts for friends. Wait until you see the little sheep. They are the best.”
Opening the bag as wide as possible, Cheyanne peered in. “How small are they?”
“The size of your hand.”
“There aren’t any sheep in here.” Her sister dumped the bag on the bed next to her.
No sheep.
“There has to be. I bought them for the Ogilvie kids. Even if their parents can buy them all of Ireland, I wanted to bring them a gift, so they know I care.”
“Sorry sis. Your three little wards?—”
“Principals.”
“Little kids shouldn’t have that title. But anyway, there are no sheep here.”
Dana leaned back against the wall. “I must have left them at the cafe. We were talking, and I had to hurry to not miss the bus.”
“Who is we?”
“Just a guy.”
“Maybe he has them. Is he a passenger?”
Dana hated misleading her sister, but it would be worse if her sister knew about McKay. “No, he isn’t.”
“You’re telling me that you had ice cream with some stranger you met in Galway?”
“Something like that.”
“He must have had one beauty of an accent for you to do that.”
Dana smiled, desperate to change the subject. “It looks like my ice is done. Shall we go?”
“At least tell me you got a photo of the mystery sheep thief.”
“Nope.”
“A phone number.”
“Nope.”
“I can’t believe this. My sister, the bodyguard, had ice cream with a random guy in Ireland and has no evidence. What about a receipt?”
“He paid.”
Chey groaned and opened the door so they could leave. “You owe me more details. Was he a ginger? Was he handsome?”
“No, and yes.” Dana checked that the door shut and was locked. “Can you be less mysterious? I’ve already had it with Erin sneaking off all the time to see someone for a shipboard romance. Amy-Kate is just as bad having to go out for air. I told her to get seasick patches.”
Dana pushed the elevator button. “Well you don’t have to worry about me. No shipboard romance.” Throughout the evening Dana alternated between wondering if McKay had her sheep and wishing that she could start a shipboard romance.
Another day down. The ten-day cruise was half over. McKay signed out of his computer and turned it over to the night officer.
“Anything to be aware of?” asked Martina.
McKay scrolled through the electronic log. “A passenger who discovered the blind spot between cameras 9-045 and 047. He used it two nights ago and again tonight. If I hadn’t been watching, I wouldn’t have noticed. Our walk-by has moved him and the woman he is with down the hall, but anyone who finds a blind spot and keeps using it is a red flag.”
