“So he just left us here?” Leah rubs the sides of her arms with her hands.
“I told him to.” He looks back from Leah sitting next to him, to me sitting across from him. “I can help you ladies.”
“Thank you but you’ve already done so much,” I say, but am cut off.
“I have a friend at the US consulate in Rome. He can rush you a pair of passports to Naples. While I make that call, you can use my satellite phone to call your credit card companies and see if they can get you a replacement card. Maybe someone back home can wire you some money as well.”
His logic is on point. Having a contact at the consulate would be incredible. I don’t even know where the nearest one is. That said, this guy is a complete stranger and could hold both Leah and myself down with his pinky if he needed to. The offer is nice but we can handle the situation on our own.
“That would be great,” Leah says before I can decline.
“I’m going to take you to my boat. You can dry off there while we make the arrangements.” He stands up and starts the engine.
I raise my hand to tell him to take us back to shore but Leah stops me. “No, Emma. You lost our money and you lost our way home. I am not spending the next seven days standing in an embassy, God knows where, getting a new passport issued.” Her tone is deep, bossy, and in full lecture mode. “The man saved your life. If he wanted you dead, he would have watched you drown. We are following him back to his boat and that is final.”
Her brows are closed in and her button nose is pointed down.
“We don’t even know where he’s taking us,” I whisper entirely too loudly. Obviously he can hear our conversation, but if he is a madman I don’t need him knowing I think he’s a madman.
“My boat is right there. I’ll take you on board, we’ll make a few calls, and then I’ll take you back to shore.” He points his finger at the boat he is talking about.
Leah looks over and I know her mouth is open just as wide as mine is.
The American is taking us to the yacht.
Yes, the yacht.
The sex yacht.
Holy cannoli.
“Ems, we are so going with him.”
My eyes are bugging out of my head as I stare back at the American who saved me. Is this the guy we saw having crazy freaky sex yesterday?
Flashbacks of an ass pumping and grinding replay in my head. Looking at the guy in front me, he’s certainly in shape but he seems much larger than the man I saw through the binoculars. If this man in front of me were on top of a woman I wouldn’t have been able to see her at all. He would have engulfed her. Clearly my depth perception is off.
I’m surprised, really. He doesn’t seem like the dirty sex kind. I mean, yeah, I just met him, but he is really quite . . . heroic.
I can’t believe its taken this long for me to appreciate what he did for me. A complete stranger dove into the water and saved me from drowning.
“Thank you,” I say, entirely too late.
Even with the low roar of the engine he can hear me clearly.
“Just doing my job,” he says.
I look at him, puzzled by his answer. “Sorry about your wallet. Hope nothing was ruined.”
“Nothing that can’t be replaced,” he says, offering his free hand that is not driving the boat. “Devon.”
I shake it back, awkwardly from my seated position. “I’m Emma. And this is my sister, Leah.”
“Definitely had you pegged for sisters. You look exactly alike.”
Leah smiles at the comment and shakes his hand as well. “Were you hoping to see the Blue Grotto?”
“I can see it another time.”
Leah and I don’t have a chance to feel terrible for causing Devon to change his plans because we are quickly approaching the yacht and our gazes are drawn elsewhere.
OMEGA.
The name appears in large type across the starboard side of the boat written in black over an omega symbol.