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AT THE END OF THE WORLD

“So where the hell are we again?” Layla asked, standing on her tiptoes, leaning rather precariously over the bow of theEliza, a monster luxury yacht, registered in the Bahamas, belonging to both Valentine Roth and me. “I lost track two months ago.”

“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. “It’s the capital city of Tierra del Fuego. Also known as The End of the World.”

“And why are we here again?” Layla asked. The couple of extra inches she had gained weren’t doing much to let her see the approaching city more clearly.

Really, if she wanted to get a good look she should go up on the bridge.

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. The temperature was pretty cool here at the end the world, not quite fifty degrees Fahrenheit, and it was the middle of May.

“Because it’s somewhere to be,” I answered for Harris. “And because it’s extremely remote.”

Layla turned to me with a frown. “Remote? Bitch, we’re almost in fucking Antarctica. Have you seen those icebergs?”

I just shrugged and smiled. Layla was being Layla, but it was so great to finally have her with me again. “Roth mentioned that we might take a cruise down there to get a good look at them. Tomorrow, actually. I guess they have them all the time. It’s like a tourist industry down here or something.”

Harris snorted. “We would hire a private tour,obviously.”

Layla rolled her eyes. “Obviously.” She crossed the deck to sit at the foot of my chair, snatching my wine from me. “For real, though, I’m developing a serious case of cabin fever. As much as I love being here with you, eight fucking weeks is a long time for me to be stuck anywhere. I need off this damn boat. Nice as it is, and as much as I love you, babe, I need the real ground under my feet. 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.”

Harris let out a sigh, and we exchanged amused glances behind Layla’s back. “Layla…only you would complain about being on a world tour, on a super-yacht, every need seen too, every desire met,” I said.

“I’m notcomplaining. Much. I just…I’ve worked my whole life, Key. Since I was fourteen, I’ve worked six and seven days a week, two or three jobs at a time. Suddenly being unemployed…it doesn’t sit well. I’m going crazy.”

“It does take some getting used to,” I admitted.

“Plus…” she leaned close to me, whispering. “I’m horny as all hell. Little Miss Middle Finger isn’t cutting it anymore. Harris got me out of the States so fast I didn’t have time to pack my dildo collection.”

I let my head fall back against the chair and laughed. “Jesus, Layla.Waytoo much information.” I glanced at Harris, who was scanning the approaching bay with a pair of high-powered binoculars, and lowered my voice. “What about our boy Harris over there?”

Layla didn’t even look at him. “Um. No. No thanks. I’m notthatdesperate.”

“Just no? That’s it?”

She stood up abruptly. “I’m cold. 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.

When she was gone, Harris glanced at me. “You know I have excellent hearing, right, Kyrie?”

I shrugged innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowing. “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.

I closed my eyes, absorbing the sunlight and wishing it was at least alittlewarmer. 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. We were well into the Southern Hemisphere and with the ever-present wind, I was always cold.

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel Roth approaching. He was as silent as ever, moving his huge form on cat-like feet, but I felt him nonetheless.

He didn’t say a word, just slid an arm under my legs, another around my back, and lifted me, sitting down on my chair, and settling me on his lap.

“Where are the others?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno. They went inside after I made an innocent suggestion. They both vanished on me.”

“What suggestion?”

“Layla was complaining about the lack of opportunity for…certain activities.”