“Gladly.” Ignacio’s lips twisted. “I’m going to enjoy how much he won’t like you and how much he will like her.” He glanced at Kara. “Give me your purse.”

Kara didn’t hesitate, handing it over to him. Of course, she was prepared. She’d been prepared for Kyle. She’d be prepared for Ignacio. “Ignore the lipstick,” Blake said dryly. “It’s not your shade.”

Ignacio grimaced. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was yours.”

“It is,” he said, unable to stop himself from staking his claim on Kara every chance he could find. “Every time I kiss it off her lips.”

Ignacio did a search and handed Kara back her purse. “Hold your hands to your sides.”

Blake pulled her tighter against him. “If you so much as think about touching her, that lipstick will be up your ass.”

“Better her lipstick than Alvarez’s foot. She has to be searched.”

“We’ll see about that.” Blake grabbed his phone and punched in Mendez’s number. It started to ring.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ignacio demanded.

“Calling your uncle.”

“Wait,” Ignacio bit out. “Hang up.”

Blake let the phone ring. “Why?”

“There’s a metal detector at the destination. We’ll use it.”

“You better be on your way to meet Alvarez,” Mendez barked into the phone, answering the call.

Blake eyed Ignacio. “Since your nephew and I just worked out our travel arrangements, we’re headed to see him.”

“Make sure you are,” Mendez spat, and the line went dead.

“Now what?” Blake asked, shoving his phone back onto his belt. He’d bet one of his balls, and he was as attached to both of them as he was to breathing, Kara had used that same drug she’d zapped him with on Kyle. He hoped like hell that she had some of it with her now. What he’d packed himself wasn’t going to make it through the detector.

Ignacio motioned toward the boat. “All aboard.”

Blake turned Kara toward the boat, keeping her so close her hip was pressed to his. “If you had any idea what I was thinking right now…” he murmured.

“If you had any idea what I’m thinking right now…” she countered.

“Where’s Kyle?”

“Asleep.”

Blake grunted. “Well, at least I won’t get shit from him about you pulling that crap on me anymore.”

She laughed; a soft, delicate sound that reminded him how female and how breakable she really could be. How much she didn’t belong here. “He gave you a hard time?”

“You have no idea,” Blake assured her as they stopped at the edge of the boat and he glanced behind him to find Ignacio talking to the goons. He eyed yet another goon on the deck and all but growled at Kara. “I should throw you in the water and make you swim for it.”

“If I go, you’re going with me.”