“And yet,” I said mildly, “here you are.”
“Okay wait.” She shifted slightly, sliding her leg further between mine as she propped her chin on my chest. “Let’s circle back for a second.”
My hand settled lazily on her waist. “To which part?”
“The felon part.”
“That is a very broad category,” I drawled, raising my brows slightly.
“And the murderer part.”
Ah.There it was.
Addy said it lightly, but I could sense the faint tension in her body, and her fingers had stopped tracing absentmindedly along my ribs.
“You said that very casually,” I noted.
“Well, I’m trying not to panic.”
I skeptically quirked a brow in her direction.
“Okay, I’m lying,” she added, blinking rapidly. “I’m absolutely panicking.” Her eyes widened slightly, as if the realization had just hit her. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“I’m on a yacht,” she said slowly.
I nodded, concern welling up inside me. “Yes. We’ve covered that.”
“With an escaped criminal.”
“Correct.”
“A criminal who has enemies.”
“I mean yeah, sure.” I shrugged.
“And guns.”
“… Yes.”
“And has technically—” she gestured vaguely at me “—murdered someone.”
I pursed my lips and watched her process this information for a moment.
She hid her face behind her hands. “Oh my God.”
“You’re handling this surprisingly well.”
I was honestly impressed she hadn’t freaked out earlier.
“I’mnothandling this well. I’m actively spiraling right now.” She dropped her forehead onto my chest with a soft thud.
“I lost a bet,” she muttered.
Intrigued by the way her mind worked — jumping from topic to topic — I snorted. “Yes.”
“I lost a bet and ended up agreeing to be sexually available to a potentially homicidal Russian man on a yacht.”