Free Two if by Sea by Marie Carnay Page B

soon as the doors opened, she hustled inside.
    A brief ride, a rush down another hall, and she’d made it to her room with no one spotting her. She eased inside the suite and pushed the door shut. I’m alone. Showering, napping, eating breakfast—all logical next steps. But Daphne sprinted to her laptop, threw her things in a heap on the floor, and checked her email.
    Nothing . She checked again. No nasty grams from work giving her severance pay and a farewell. No incriminating photos of her dancing like a harlot in the arms of two men.
    She eased down onto the barstool and a laugh bubbled up inside her. Why had she expected the worst? Was it the sight of those bodies, naked and exposed?
    The memory how good they made her feel? It had been years since she had let go. Even when she had, it hadn’t been like that. She crossed her legs on the stool. No man had ever catered to her needs. Given before he’d taken.
    Two? She chewed on her lip. Damon and Tony had opened up something inside her. But she couldn’t act on it. No matter how much she wanted to. Daphne needed to focus on damage control. Containment.
    She thought about it like she’d approach a client. It wasn’t like she’d gone to a club in LA and let the paparazzi snap a million pics. Apart from her ticket, there was no evidence she’d even been on the boat.
    All she’d done was go dancing on a cruise ship. They were hundreds of miles away from home and she didn’t know anyone on board. If she could paper over married clients getting caught with their pants down in the back of a strip club, she could make one night on a cruise liner disappear.
    She wouldn’t even need a favor. This was child’s play. Daphne slid off the stool and shut her laptop. I need to get it together. Starting with a shower.
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TONY
    Ugh. Morning, already? Tony rolled over and reached out, hoping to tug Daphne’s sweet body over for a kiss.
    He came up empty. The bed was cold.
    Not a good sign.
    He tugged on some lounge pants and padded into the kitchen. Damon stood in front of the stove, flipping an omelet over in a skillet. If he was cooking it meant one of two things: Daphne was still there and he was making them breakfast, or she’d left without saying a word.
    From the tense shoulders and the impatient slap of Damon’s foot up and down on the floor, Tony guessed the latter.
    He poured a cup of coffee and pulled out a stool. “When did she leave?”
    Damon answered without turning around. “Beats me. I woke up and she was gone.”
    “Find a note?”
    “Nope.”
    Tony scrubbed his face with his hand. Had he read her all wrong? He thought about her tight body pinned between them. Her cries of pleasure as she came all night long. Impossible . Maybe she needed a shower.
    He sipped his coffee. “I’ll have room service send her some breakfast.”
    “Already done.”
    Something pooled low in his gut. It couldn’t be jealousy. “Where is she?”
    “According to security, she just settled in at the upper deck pool.”
    “What’s she doing?”
    Damon snorted. “Working.”
    Tony drained his mug and held it out. Damon refilled it before sliding his omelet onto a plate.
    “You’re joking, right?”
    Damon shook his head and sat down next to Tony. “Nope. She’s got her laptop, a coffee, and umbrella service.”
    Tony ran a hand through his hair. That woman was full of surprises. “You think she regrets it?”
    Damon popped a steaming bite into his mouth and talked around it. “I hope not.”
    Wasn’t that the truth. Tony couldn’t claim to be a good boy. Hell, he’d slept his way through his entire class in college two years before graduation. Then it had been Los Angeles and New York. Miami and Vegas. He had single handedly reinvigorated the sex lives of women all over the United States.
    With Damon in the mix, they’d been a force. But never in all the years living this fucked up life, had they ever had a night like last night.
    The girls were usually too eager