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“Huh.”
Dylan looked over at her and shook his head. “Damn, you really didn’t think much of me at all, did you?”
Hollis opened her mouth to respond then closed it. No, she hadn’t thought many good things about him over the years. And, now she realized that she didn’t know Dylan Ford at all.
“Just thought I was a lying thief and a scoundrel, huh? Only interested in getting rich quick?”
A flush turned Hollis’s cheeks pink. “I guess there’s a lot about you I don’t know.”
“What about you?” he asked, dark eyes studying her closely. “Anything about you that would surprise me?”
How about that I have a secret crush on you that I’m trying to ignore?she thought. “Um, not really. I’m pretty much an open book.”
His eyes narrowed. “C’mon, Doll, there’s got to be more to you than Daddy’s Little Girl.”
She cocked her red head and thought for a minute. “I love scary movies and reading horror novels.”
“Ah, a closet serial killer.”
“Maybe,” she said and laughed.
“What’s your favorite scary movie?” Dylan asked, mimicking the creepy voice of Ghostface in Scream.
Hollis laughed. “The original Nightmare On Elm Street.”
“Good choice. I always liked Evil Dead. Simple yet effective.”
“Nice. That’s a classic for sure.”
“What can I say? I like classics.”
They looked at each other for a minute through new eyes.
Then, Dylan cleared his throat. “We’re almost there,” he announced, and a moment later, the island came into view. Dylan maneuvered the boat closer to shore, dropped anchor and they headed out on deck.
A warm tropical breeze rustled Hollis’ fiery hair as Dylan uncovered a pair of waverunners and lowered them into the Caribbean Sea. “We’ll take these in, then hide ‘em along the shore,” he said. “No need to announce our presence.”
Dylan tucked his Ka-Bar into his boot then leaned forward to loosen a rope. Hollis’ gaze slid down his broad back, tight ass and then froze on the jagged scar on the back of his calf. Though it was healed over, at one time, the wound must have been extremely painful. It almost looked like-
Dylan straightened up. “Ready?” he asked.
A shark bite.Her head snapped up and she forced a smile. She wanted to ask him about the scar, found herself extremely curious about it, but the timing was off. He’d probably clam up or tell her it was none of her business.Later. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
They hopped on the waverunners and headed toward shore, skimming over the surface of the blazing turquoise water. Sea foam sprayed up all around Dylan and Hollis. He guided them toward a secluded cove and they drove the waverunners up onto the beach. Dylan jumped off and pointed West. “Havana is that way. We can catch a ride to the library.”
“What about the waverunners?”
“They’ll be fine. C’mon,” he said, and led the way.
Chapter Nine
Dylan and Hollis rode in a Cocotaxi, an auto rickshaw-type vehicle, to the library. The bucket-style seats were small and cramped, tucked behind the driver, and the frame sat on three wheels. With a round, yellow fiberglass body, it looked like a half-coconut. Riding in a Cocotaxi was a must for tourists and Hollis was no exception. Dylan loved the smile that lit her face as she took in the sights and sounds of Cuba.
It made his heart beat faster.
“This is the cutest thing ever,” she said. “I feel like I’m on the Haunted Mansion ride at Disney World.”
He laughed. “When in Cuba...” The seating was tight and Dylan felt her shoulder, hip and leg pressed against him. Each bump and turn in the road made them lean into each other more.
