checking on the tarts for dinner. We may have to work fast.”
“Nothing to sweat for, boss.” Andreas’s English was very good, but he occasionally mixed an idiom. “I will come soon. But Tobias—”
“Can wait.” The ship’s security chief was six feet five inches tall, built like an oak tree and had the smooth, dark features of a slightly younger James Earl Jones. He stopped fights with one glance and shot fear into the hearts of boisterous travelers and drunken crew alike. Because of him the ship never had security problems. The crew scuttlebutt said that he was a former CIA operative; others said he was ex-Delta Force. Maybe both were right.
His orders were never ignored.
But Gina did that now. She had her food to protect.
She was racing along the corridor to the galley so fast that she didn’t see a hand truck half hidden by a box of cleaning supplies. Her ankle hit metal and she went flying headfirst, skinning her palms, elbows and one cheek.
Closing her eyes to the sudden burst of pain, she sat up slowly.
A worried face loomed over her. The cleaning man shoved his hand truck back against the wall. “You okay? I had to use the bathroom. Sorry about that. Hey, you’re the one who made the rum cake for my birthday last month. Man, it was great.” He offered her his hand and tugged her to her feet.
Gina blinked, feeling a little dizzy. “Glad to hear you liked it.”
“Ma’am, you don’t look so good. You want me to get someone—like a doctor or something?”
“I’ll be fine. Just be sure you store that hand truck so no one else trips over it.”
“Sure. Real sorry about that. By the way, Tobias Hale is looking for you.”
Great.
Gina dug a tissue from her pocket and limped off. Most of the blood was gone by the time she located her chocolate pallet, just in time to keep it from being loaded into the cooler with the unreliable thermostat. After fifteen minutes of mixed pleas, promises and threats, she found an alternate berth in a different unit, but it meant volunteering to prepare special desserts for staff dinners the following month.
Next time she’d definitely beat Blaine to the dock. And until then she’d remember to watch her back.
When Gina finally reached the kitchen, she sank wearily into a chair, kicked off her shoes and pressed a bag of ice against her bruised cheek.
“Want to tell me what you are doing?”
“Resting?” She didn’t look up. She knew that deep voice, and there was no ignoring its edge of anger. “I had to rescue some chocolate.” She sighed. “And after that I was trying to avoid running into you.”
“In my office.” There was steel in Tobias Hale’s order. “Five minutes, Gina. Otherwise I’ll put you on report.”
If she hadn’t been so tired, she would have jumped up and saluted. “Aye-aye, sir.”
“Don’t bother sounding nice and obedient. We both know you’d like to insert one of your favorite knitting needles up my…nose. So stop smiling and get over to my office.”
One more fire to put out, Gina thought wearily. What had she done to piss off Tobias so royally?
She rubbed a fresh trickle of blood off her cheek and wiggled back into her shoes. Whoever thought cooking was glamorous needed to have a serious mental evaluation.
CHAPTER TEN
“YOU SHOULD HAVE told me.”
“Told you what?” Gina paced Tobias’s small office, watching seabirds rocket past the porthole. The ship was two hours out of San Francisco, following the curve of California south to Mexico. Given the hum of the big engines, she put their speed around fifteen knots.
Funny how she’d picked up the maritime life. Now it seemed like second nature. She was going to miss all of this when she left.
When she had to leave.
She prayed it wouldn’t be soon.
“Stop pacing like a scrawny, caged cat.”
“Who’s scrawny?” Gina muttered.
Tobias sat down at his desk and glared at her. “You know damned well what I mean. You’re not eating enough. You’re not sleeping enough. Scrawny,” the big security officer repeated flatly. “Bad-tempered and wound up tight.”
Gina started to rub her forehead, then caught herself. Tobias missed nothing. She couldn’t give any sign of the headache that was digging in behind her eyes. “You have a cigarette?”
“Why? You gave them up four years ago.”
“Right. Then how about some of those lemon drops you think you’ve kept hidden in the top left drawer of your desk?”
Tobias flipped open a drawer and tossed her a bag of candy. “Don’t change the subject. I know what’s going on.”
What was he talking about? Had she forgotten to return those last two videos of 24 from the ship’s video library? Did she owe money for uniform laundry?
No to both. But something had Tobias riled up big-time.
She savored the bite of a sour lemon ball, frowning. “Gee, Tobias, I don’t know what—”
“Of course you do. You were pale and shaky out at that damned pastry class you refused to say no to. You were dizzy by the end.”
“Oh, that.” She should have known Tobias would get reports on staff activities ashore. The man was spooky in his ability to gather information. She shrugged. “Didn’t sleep very well last night. Must be too much partying.”
“Partying, my ass. You don’t party. You don’t take time off. You work twenty hours out of every twenty-four and your staff is worried about you.”
Gina stopped pacing. “They told you that?”
“I had two worried calls today. Everyone says you looked pale yesterday.”
“Things were hectic.”
The security chief snorted. “Try again.”
So much for fooling her staff. “Look, I—I’m fine, Tobias. I was tired and too rushed to eat. Everything piled up.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re still pale. Something else is going on.” The head of security steepled his fingers and stared at her. “Level with me, or I’ll get really nasty.”
Gina cast about desperately for another excuse. “A truck ladder broke and almost hit us. Things were looking nasty.”
“I know all about the lieutenant with the medals who saved the day.”
“Is there anything you miss?”
“Not if I can help it. So did you get the man’s name?”
“No. Should I have? We weren’t contemplating marriage,” she said dryly.
“I’m just curious. And I’ll take the rest of those lemon sours, if you’re done shredding the bag.”
Gina took a breath and handed the bag back to Tobias. “Do you have boxes of these stashed somewhere? They’re imported from France, so you can’t just pick them up at the local Wal-Mart.”
“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” His lips curved faintly. “So they say.”
“When are you going to tell me the truth, Tobias? Were you Delta Force or a Green Beret?”
The security chief moved his fingers over the single photo on his desk. It was a shot of a woman at a distance, her face blurred by the sunlight pouring over the mountain at her back. The thick trees could have been in Mississippi or Connecticut