![]() ![]() We’d been making our way across the Atlantic for some time now, and the temperature hadn’t risen above fifty in all that time. I closed my eyes, absorbing the sunlight and wishing it was at least a little warmer. “Matchmaker is not a role that suits you.” He stuffed the binoculars back into their protective case and vanished inside as well, leaving me alone. He narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowing. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You know I have excellent hearing, right, Kyrie?” I need a sweater.” She hustled past me and retreated off the Lido deck into the superstructure of our home away from home, a steward holding the door for her as she swept past him without so much as a glance. Way too much information.” I glanced at Harris, who was scanning the approaching bay with a pair of high-powered binoculars, and lowered my voice. I let my head fall back against the chair and laughed. Harris got me out of the States so fast I didn’t have time to pack my dildo collection.” Little Miss Middle Finger isn’t cutting it anymore. “Plus…” she leaned close to me, whispering. “It does take some getting used to,” I admitted. Suddenly being unemployed…it doesn’t sit well. Since I was fourteen, I’ve worked six and seven days a week, two or three jobs at a time. “Layla…only you would complain about being on a world tour, on a super-yacht, every need seen too, every desire met,” I said. Harris let out a sigh, and we exchanged amused glances behind Layla’s back. I need to get naked-wasted with total strangers and pretend I’m not at the End of the World, doing dick-all with my life.” Nice as it is, and as much as I love you, babe, I need the real ground under my feet. ![]() As much as I love being here with you, eight fucking weeks is a long time for me to be stuck anywhere. ![]() “For real, though, I’m developing a serious case of cabin fever. “ Ob viously.” She crossed the deck to sit at the foot of my chair, snatching my wine from me. “We would hire a private tour, obviously. It’s like a tourist industry down here or something.” “Roth mentioned that we might take a cruise down there to get a good look at them. Layla was being Layla, but it was so great to finally have her with me again. “Remote? Bitch, we’re almost in fucking Antarctica. “Because it’s somewhere to be,” I answered for Harris. The temperature was pretty cool here at the end the world, not quite fifty degrees Fahrenheit, and it was the middle of May. I reclined in a teak deck chair, a floppy, wide-brimmed hat shielding my eyes from the sun, a glass of red wine in one hand, tugging my cardigan closed with the other. Really, if she wanted to get a good look she should go up on the bridge. The couple of extra inches she had gained weren’t doing much to let her see the approaching city more clearly. “And why are we here again?” Layla asked. “It’s the capital city of Tierra del Fuego. “Ushuaia,” Harris answered, gruff and brusque, but with a trace of amusement most people wouldn’t be able to detect unless they knew him well. “So where the hell are we again?” Layla asked, standing on her tiptoes, leaning rather precariously over the bow of the Eliza, a monster luxury yacht, registered in the Bahamas, belonging to both Valentine Roth and me. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Ĭover art by Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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