Page 21 of An Epic Voyage
“Ah.Jinger’s that bad?”
“Oh, no.She’s much worse.”
Evangeline chuckled.“Sorry about that.I’m guessing that means you’ve found nothing.”
“Not yet.”
“I wanted to let you know that the storm in the Atlantic is picking up steam and starting to rotate.It might be headed your way.”
“Great.”She had to deal with a hurricane on the water and one on the boat, in the form of a bleached-blonde nightmare.
“I don’t want you in the path of a natural disaster.If it looks like it’s going to hit close to you, I will yank you out of there.”
“Understood.”
“Keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
Chapter Seven
Griffin was growingincreasingly concerned about the hurricane swirling in the Atlantic.It continued to strengthen, and all signs indicated it was about to change course.No one else was worried, including Van Houten, so he kept an eye on the forecast as he prowled around the yacht.
His steps faltered, and he almost stumbled when he spotted Indigo leaning against the railing, the wind blowing her sundress around her.He watched transfixed, hoping to get a peek at those long, toned legs again.She was talking on the phone.Was it to a boyfriend?He knew from his background search that she wasn’t married.Someone who looked like her must have a flock of men drooling after her wherever she went.
Indigo Adair was an enigma.Brilliant, according to her college records.Athletic and fit, confirmed by his own eyes.Wicked sense of humor, also corroborated by him.She’d almost made him laugh out loud several times.It’d taken all his restraint to keep from cracking a smile.And, oh my, she was gorgeous.Instead of a career in psychology or politics, she’d turned her back on her studies to become a cosmetologist, not that there was anything wrong with the profession.There wasn’t.However, it was a significant departure from what she’d prepared for during her four years of college.
She disconnected and turned, probably feeling the weight of his stare.He cleared his throat and walked toward her.“How’d it go with Jinger?”
Indigo made a face.“That woman is a she-devil.She makes Cruella de Vil look like a freaking saint.”
He grinned.“That she does.”
“How does Van Houten put up with her?”
Griffin leaned on the rail next to her and stared out at the darkness.“She’s arm candy for him.She treats everyone like dirt until he’s around.Then she morphs into a sweet, agreeable angel.He’s never seen her in action.”
