He frowns. “That is… not possible. She is still in the lounge doing her lip-sync battle. I saw her not a minute ago, on my way down from the bridge.”

“Ahhhh,” I croak. Words have left me. I try to swallow, but all moisture has been zapped from my mouth.

A toilet flushes and the bathroom door opens. Graeme walks out—still shirtless. He quickly closes the door behind him.

“Good evening, Gustavo. Can we help you with something?” Strolling over to me, he puts his arm around my shoulders.

Gustavo blinks. “Oh. Oh. No. I had no idea…”

Graeme tightens his hold on me. “Well, now you do. Although if you could keep it to yourself, we’d appreciate it.”

Every muscle tenses and my jaw quakes.

“No rules against two staff members…” He clears his throat and laughs uncomfortably. “I will leave you to your evening then. Congratulations again on your achievement, Miss Evans.”

I nod mutely and watch as Gustavo leaves.

Grinning, Graeme turns to me, but his smile slides off his face like sap when he catches my expression. He reaches for me, but I step back.

“What did you do?” I growl.

He frowns at me. “I salvaged the situation.”

“By outing our… our… whatever this is to the cruise leader?”

“Henley, I just didn’t want you to get in trouble for bringing him into your cabin. What were you even thinking?”

Nikolai chooses that moment to shuffle out of the bathroom. He winces. “I made the noise. I’m sorry, it is my fault.”

A floral bouquet of pear, lime, and lemongrass wafts through the room. I sniff the air. “Did you spray my perfume?”

He raises both palms. “Not for me. I remember your perfume is very nice. I thought Emily might like it as well, for an apology gift. I spray a small squirt, to remind me of the smell. Then he tried to take it from me and I dropped it in the sink.”

“And that was the noise you heard,” Graeme finishes.

Marching to the opposite side of the cabin until I’m standing between the two beds, I crush my fists to my temples and squeeze my eyes shut. I’ve reached my limit. “Please leave.”

Nikolai doesn’t have to be told twice. With a murmured “Good night,” he retreats. The door closes quietly behind him.

As soon as he’s gone, I storm over to the desk and yank Graeme’s shirt out from under its murky depths. I shove it at him, right in his bare chest. “You too.”

He blinks at me. “Are you honestly mad at me right now?”

“I didn’t want Gustavo to know about us. You knew that. And you just announced it like it was nothing.”

Graeme yanks on his shirt. “He won’t tell James.”

“Do you know that for sure?”

“We’re not breaking any rules.”