Page 89 of An Epic Voyage

Evangeline’s stomach dropped to her feet.“They got caught,” she whispered.

Neither voiced what worried them most—that Indigo and Griffin might’ve been shot and tossed in the churning Atlantic waters where their bodies would never be found.

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Van Houten’s bodyguardsfinished inspecting the nuke and closed the case.Garcia picked it up, and they headed out of the office.Indigo eased the door closed and listened.

“Do you have the DMS?”Garcia asked Zisk.

“Boss has it.”

Their voices grew fainter as they walked down the corridor.

DMS?What could that mean?Then it came to her: dead man’s switch.Van Houten possessed a device that would set off the bomb if something happened to him.Worst case scenario.

She needed to free Griffin and Jordy.They could take the speedboat and get away.Then she would have to go back to Van Houten and meet with Abdullahi.Somehow, she’d have to stop the sale.Maybe she could tell Abdullahi that Van Houten planned to kill him.Of course, Van Houten would no doubt shoot her like he had Jinger.Obviously, he knew how to handle a weapon since it had been an expert shot.Then there was the switch she had to worry about.

Indy peeked outside to find the hallway empty in both directions.She crept to the stern, the urge to get to Griffin strong.

The back of the yacht was dark, and she had a hard time seeing the hatch.She bumped into a broom and grabbed it before it hit the deck.A noise sounded on her left.She bent down and grabbed the gun from around her ankle as a light snapped on, blinding her.

She pointed the weapon and barely avoided squeezing the trigger.

“Indigo!”

“Griffin?”

Suddenly, she was engulfed in muscular arms and being kissed within an inch of her life.Griffin maneuvered her into a dark corner.She broke away long enough to put the gun down, and he did the same with the pry bar he was carrying.Then they were back in each other’s embrace.

Griffin yanked down her pants, freed himself, and then he was buried deep inside her.Indigo came instantly, the force stealing the breath from her lungs.Griffin didn’t stop, pounding into her until she came again and he joined her.

“Sorry about the lack of finesse,” he panted against her neck.

“It was perfection.”

Griffin stiffened.“I forgot a condom.All I could think about was getting inside you as fast as possible.”

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

She whimpered when he pulled back and inhaled sharply when he framed her face.“I was so worried about ...Indigo?What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

He tucked himself back into his pants, tugged hers up, and clicked on a flashlight.She squinted to avoid the glare.Griffin’s firm jaw clenched.“Who did this to you?”

“Bruiser One.Gordon.”

“I am going to kill him.”

“Too late.”

Griffin’s eyes widened and then softened.“Oh, babe, I’m sorry.”He pulled her into his arms.

“It’s okay.He did it to himself.”She leaned back to see his face.“He went over the balcony rail and couldn’t swim.”

“What happened?”