Page 38 of An Epic Voyage
“I have to warn you,” Griffin said as they walked to the elevator.“The rooms downstairs aren’t nearly as extravagant as your suite.”
Indigo waved a hand.“No worries.I’m not a luxe kind of girl.What?”she prompted when Griffin stopped walking.
“You’re a unique woman, Indigo.”
If he only knew.“Nah.I’m nothing special.”
“I beg to differ,” he murmured.
A shiver of warmth rushed through her body.Oh, she wanted to act on the feelings, but she was, above all, a professional.The job came first.
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Griffin had shockedhimself when he’d invited Indigo to use the room next to him.Still, that hadn’t been the biggest hit to his heart tonight.No, that had come when Indigo had walked into the room dressed in a gown that perfectly molded to her toned body and accentuated her unique eyes.Every ounce of breath had fled his body in a rush.He’d never seen anyone more beautiful.Jordy had been jabbering away, saving him from having to talk, which was good since speech had been next to impossible.
He couldn’t fault Van Houten for being unable to take his eyes off her.Griffin had struggled to do the same thing.
It would be harder to monitor Indigo and keep her safe when they arrived on the island in the morning.There were only so many places one could go on a boat.True, the same could be said about an island in the middle of the Atlantic, but it was more expansive.Plus, Griffin was at a disadvantage.He’d never been there before.He had studied the plans and been given instructions, but he would have preferred a visual run-through first.
“Does Van Houten know which room is yours?”
“No.I’m not sure he’s ever set foot below deck.He’s not usually one to mingle with the minions.Tonight was an anomaly.”
“Are you calling me a minion?”Indigo asked in what he thought was mock anger, given the smile.
He grinned down at her.“No, I’m calling myself one.”
They arrived on his floor.Griffin had commandeered the end unit.He’d purposefully kept the one next to it unoccupied so he could get work done with no one overhearing his conversations.Also, so he’d be able to sleep.Some of the men snored like rusty, fifty-year-old chainsaws.
“You might want to keep the television turned on,” he warned her.
“Ah.You snore like a bear, do you, Griffin?”
He chuckled.“Not me, I hope, but some of the others.I’d advise you not to walk down the hall at night.”
“That bad?”
“Worse.”
Indigo smiled as he opened the door to the empty bunk.It was much smaller than her suite but still nice.It was like going from a luxury boutique hotel to a generic chain motel.Functional, but without the bells and whistles.
“This will work,” she said as she placed her bag on the dresser.“What time will we arrive tomorrow?”
“Between nine and ten in the morning.”
“Have you checked the storm lately?”
Griffin sighed.“Yeah.Signs are pointing to it turning our way, but they haven’t made the call yet.”
“Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
That innocuous sentence shot straight to his groin.Standing by a bed with Indigo in front of him, oh yes, he wanted to get lucky.He wanted to get lucky all night long.
Clearing his throat, he said, “My room’s the next one over.”He pointed in the direction.“Holler if you need anything.”
“Thanks.I will.Goodnight, Griffin.”
“Goodnight, Indigo.”
