DEREK ORDERED as she continued to curse him while trying to adjust the bathing suit. He was still annoyingly amused. “You’d better let me help you before the boat leaves without us.” Leigh stiffly turned her back on him and allowed him to retie the strings of her bikini. As soon as he finished, she kicked away, but a powerful kick brought him to her side and he jerked her back to face him. “Calm down!” he repeated harshly. “This evens the score. No more little pranks on either side. Agreed?” “Ohhhh … agreed!” Leigh snapped. She really had no other choice. Besides, there could be more trouble back at the docks. Derek’s throng of fans might be waiting for his boat to return … They managed to settle that problem back on board the boat. A sympathetic young man suggested Derek take his loud, tourist-type shirt and battered fishing cap and blend into their group: Derek gratefully accepted his offer, and suggested the convivial conspirators join them later at Marker 88.
