Scarlett’s jaw dropped. “Did someone just blow up your boat?” “Yeah. Hush.” He pressed a finger to her lips and she stared at him stupidly. She must have been shouting but was too deafened to know it. His heart thudded reassuringly strong against her chest as he kept her pressed tight against him. “How did you know we had to get out of there?” She tried to keep her voice to a whisper as the pressure equalized in her ears. “I’ve laid a thousand charges on a thousand hulls—I recognized the sound but I’d never heard it on my boat before.” He shrugged as if his instinctive reaction hadn’t just saved both their lives. “Underwater demolition is a SEAL specialty, remember?” She gaped at him. He was taking this so calmly, “But someone just blew up your boat.” Her eyes bugged. “They were trying to kill me, weren’t they?” Matt nodded. “That’s twice in twelve hours. Didn’t figure they’d include me and my damn boat though.” “Former boat.” Oh, my God.
