“Monday and Thursday only,” Ignacio corrected. ”The Coast Guard has a bigger presence on the weekends. We still run the boats, but without product.”

Kara’s gaze flicked back to Eduardo and the girl as they got up and headed toward the back. A powerful urge to follow, to know the girl was okay, if only for now, overcame her. “Excuse me,” Kara said. “I need to go to the ladies’ room.” She snatched up her purse and didn’t look at Blake or Ignacio, but Kara could feel Blake’s eyes on her, hot and heavy, and she knew she wouldn’t have long before he’d come after her.

Quickly, Kara cut behind the bar, following Eduardo and the girl into the hallway that led to the bathroom and a series of offices that she’d tried to get into once before but found locked. The hallway was empty but one of the office doors was cracked open.

Kara eased her way to the wall by the opening, flattening against the wall, and she could just barely make out Eduardo’s voice. “I need the blonde,” he said. “Now. Tonight.”

“I can’t get her here until tomorrow night. She said she has to—”

“The boat leaves at 4am. Tomorrow night is too late.”

“Eduardo—” The female yelped. “Ouch. You’re pulling my hair. It hurts.”

“I said I need her here tonight. If she isn’t on that boat that goes out you’ll be on it instead, which means you’ll be everyone’s fuck buddy on the island.”

“I’ll find a girl.”

“That girl. It has to be her. We’ve cleared her records already.”

Kara’s stomach rolled. She’d been right. They were running some sort of sex operation with the women they made disappear. She didn’t want to think about what that meant for her personal agenda. She couldn’t. Not now, or she might lose it and go in that office and shoot Eduardo. That wouldn’t get her the answers she so desperately needed.

“Go get her,” he ordered, and Kara whirled to escape and smacked into a hard body. His body. Her nostrils flared with the spicy, familiar male scent of him and she knew even before her gaze lifted that Blake was standing there.

His hands closed gently around her upper arms, those dark brown eyes of his searching hers. “What are you up to, Kara?” he murmured softly.

A second later, a woman yelped behind her. Kara cringed. This wasn’t going well. Not at all.

“What’s going on here?” she heard Eduardo say, clearly having joined the girl.

“Looking for the bathroom,” Kara blurted, whirling around to face Eduardo and the girl only to have Blake’s hands settle on her shoulders, his big body pulling hers against his.

“Yes,” he said. “Can you tell her where the bathroom is?”