Sandoval shrugs, but looks a little disappointed all the same. “Absolutely. You know where everything is. I’ll be here if you have any questions.”
Drew walks me along the side of the boat until we come to a small ramp. “All aboard,” he says, holding my hand as I totter on my heels. I can see a big deck off the back of the boat, but Drew steers me inside. “All the best stuff is down here. Can you manage the stairs?”
It takes a little bit of effort, but I make it down the curving staircase and into a room lined with shining wood. A grand piano is at one end, along with a flat-screen TV and an assortment of couches and chairs in little groups around the huge room. Another deck is visible through sliding glass doors at the other end, completely furnished with built-in sofas lining the edges and a full dining table and chairs. “Check it out,” Drew says, leading the way past the piano and into another room. This one has the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, perched up on a wooden pedestal.
“I think I’d need a ladder to get up there,” I say, looking at all of the expensive-looking furnishings.
“No you won’t,” Drew says, lifting me up onto the bed and then sinking down beside me. I lean back against the massive pillows and see a window above my head. Drew takes my hand. “Can’t you picture us cruising to the Caribbean, lying here in the darkness and watching the stars rush by over our heads?”
“You’re really going to buy this?”
“Only if you want me to,” he says, his eyes shining. “But think about it: we could just take off anytime to amazing places and keep everything right here with us.” He raises his eyebrows. “There are four other cabins, too. Maybe we’ll just keep our kids out of school and let them use the world as their classroom.”
I sit up so fast I almost hit my head on the headboard. “Kids? What kids?”
Drew puts one hand out and laughs. “Well, not now. But someday. You always said you wanted a big family; wouldn’t this be great for family trips?”
Kids. I don’t remember that from our time together, and I can’t imagine wanting to have kids anytime soon. He’s already years ahead of me. “I guess.” I look around the bedroom and start feeling anxious amid all the expensive furniture and shining glass. “But how much does something like this cost? It’s got to be millions.”
Drew lies back down with his hands clasped behind his head. “Doesn’t matter. What’s the use of having money if you can’t do anything fun with it?”
I cross my legs on top of the comforter, knowing I’m totally out of my depth. “But think of what you can do with that kind of money. The people you could help with the millions that it would cost to buy this thing.”
He looks over at me. “This ‘thing’ is something I thought we could share. A place where we could start our lives together.” He rolls over and traces his hand along my thigh. “You still think I’m just some selfish Khered, don’t you?”
“No. I don’t think that,” I say, but I’m not convincing either of us.
“Look. I pay my share of taxes. More than my share. You won’t catch me with some sneaky offshore accounting—I pay every dime I owe. And I support plenty of charities, like most of the Khered I know. But that doesn’t mean that we can’t use some of the rest of the money for things that give us pleasure.” He pauses. “Plus, just think of all of the people we’re supporting if we buy this yacht.”
“How is buying a million-dollar yacht supporting anyone?”
“Well, there are the boatbuilders and interior designers. And the captain and crew that we’ll have to hire. Not to mention the cook.”
I look around at the cabin that’s twice as big as my room at home. Maybe Drew’s right. I take a few deep breaths and try to calm my heart, to loosen up the tightness in my chest. Maybe I’m reading too much into this—he just wants to buy a beautiful boat for the two of us, and I’m being an old woman about it. And it’s not like he wants to start cranking out kids tomorrow.
“And then there’s Sandoval,” Drew continues. “He gets a massive commission if I buy this boat.” He pulls me down to him, and I can’t help laughing as he pokes me in the side. “He probably thinks we’re down here doing it right this minute.”
“Okay, okay,” I gasp. “I give up. Buy the crazy superyacht.” I lie next to Drew and put one hand up to feel his cheek just as he bends down and gives me a tender kiss.
After a few moments, Drew pulls away and scoots to the end of the bed. “Let’s see the rest of this bad boy before it gets dark.”
He lifts me off the bed and onto the ground. If it were up to him, I’d rely on Drew for everything, including getting in and out of my own bed. Instantly sorry for such a snarky thought, I stand on tiptoe to give him another kiss on the lips just as my phone rings.
“Let it go,” Drew says as I root through my bag looking for it. “This is our night.”
“I can’t,” I say. “I told Janine to call me if anything happens.”
But it’s not Janine’s number on the screen. I glance at Drew, hesitating, but pick it up anyway. “Hello?”
“Cole,” I can hear the strained urgency in Griffon’s voice. “Rayne’s gone. They’ve got her and we need your help. Right now.”
I can barely understand his words. “What are you talking about? Who’s got her?”
“Kidnapped,” he says. “We think by the same people who took the formula and killed Veronique.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Why would anyone want to hurt Rayne?”
“Because she’s proof, Cole. She’s the only proof they have that Veronique’s formula works.” He pauses, and I can hear some commotion in the background. “We got one of the kidnappers. Which is where you come in—we need you to find out what he knows, and we don’t have much time. I’ll text you the address.”
Drew is looking at me with concern. “Change of plans?”
“Change of plans,” I confirm, my legs shaking as we hurry toward the stairs.
Twenty-Eight
“Is this right?” Drew asks as he turns onto Broadway.
“That’s what it says.” I show him the address on my phone. The drive has made me impatient, and even though I know it only took a few minutes to get here, it feels like hours since I got Griffon’s call.
“There’s nothing but mansions up here.” He glances out the window and back at me, concern in his eyes. “You don’t have to do this, you know. This isn’t your fight.”
I stare at him, wondering how he could possibly think that. “Of course it is. Rayne’s my best friend, and I’m the only one who can do this. Unless they get some information from this guy, we might never find her.” I look away from him and at the addresses on the houses we pass. “They must be in there,” I say, pointing to a huge white three-story house with big bay windows and a turret on the top. I unbuckle my seatbelt before the car is even fully stopped. “You can just let me out.”
“I don’t think so,” Drew says. “I’m not letting you go in there alone.” He parks on the street in front of the house, blocking the driveway, and we’re barely up the front steps when the big wooden-and-glass door opens. “They’re in the basement,” Giselle says, pointing to the back of the house. We walk quickly along the main hallway together, and I take in the Persian rugs and oil paintings on the walls.
“Is this a Sekhem house?” I ask. I thought most Sekhem didn’t live like this.
Giselle glances at Drew. I wonder how she explained her presence at his party. Friend of a friend? “No. Just Khem. But someone who is sympathetic to the organization. And who has a safe room in the basement.” She looks over her shoulder as she leads us. “Easier to keep things quiet that way.”