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“Kane Devlin.” He shook Tyler’s hand but grinned at me. “But I’m sure Indy has already filled you in on me.”
“Not really.” Tyler glared at me, maybe trying to tell me to be nice to the man who was saving us.
“How did you get stuck all the way out here?” Kane adjusted his mirrored glasses on his nose.
“It’s a long story.” Tyler was being so civil to the lying bastard that I wanted to scream.
Instead, I climbed onto the raft and faced his boat.
Tyler came to the side, and as he pushed the raft off the sand, he whispered, “Just keep it civil. This will be over in no time.”
Kane started the engine again, and as we motored toward his yacht, I tried to simmer my thumping heartbeat.
The dinghy slapped against the polished hull of Kane’s yacht, and we boarded the sleek vessel. Tyler’s steady hand on my back was the only thing stopping my world from tilting off its axis.
“Welcome aboard the Devil’s Fortune,” Kane said as he tied the raft to his yacht.
“Asshole’s Fortune, you mean,” I muttered.
“Nice boat,” Tyler commented, and then whispered in my ear, “Shush.”
“Isn’t she?” Kane beamed. “Okay, follow me. I’m guessing you two could use a drink.”
We followed Kane up a set of stairs and across a deck bathed in sunshine to the undercover seating area that I’d set on fire. There was absolutely no sign of the damage I’d caused.
“You been renovating?” I smirked.
Raising his glasses onto his head, Kane glared at me, showing his true colors. “You’re stunt cost me a fortune.”
The salty sting of the ocean air mingled with the anger burning in my chest. “It was an accident, but you still had me arrested. Bastard.”
“Your flare caught Border Force’s attention, not me.” He leaned his back against the wall and folded his arms in a smug stance that made me want to rip out his throat. “Did you set fire to Rhino, too? I always knew your anger would?—”
Tyler marched to him, gripped Kane by the shirt, and slammed his back against the wall.
My heart thundered. No man had ever defended me like that.
Holy smokes . . . that was sexy.
Tyler got right into Kane’s face. “We were attacked. Indiana’s father was murdered, Rhino exploded and sank, and Indy lost every fucking thing she owns.” He gave Kane another shove, then stepped back. “Now shut up and get the engines going. We need to get out of here before the bastard who ripped Rhino to shreds comes back.”
His tone was low and dangerous.
“Indy, is that right?” The tenderness in Kane’s voice yanked me back ten years, and I hated that I remembered.
“Yeah. I bet you get a kick out of that, too.”
The humor vanished from Kane’s eyes. “Oh fuck, Indy. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Truly. Old Smithy was a good man. I’m really sorry to hear he’s gone.”
I turned away, refusing to let him see my stupid tears.
“Listen,” Tyler said, “we need to get out of here. And we could really use a drink.”
Kane rubbed his hands down his thighs. “What would you like? Scotch, rum, coffee, water?”
“Indy?” Tyler asked.
“Water,” I said, lowering my gaze to my leg that wouldn’t stop jiggling and staring at my jagged scars.
