Anton had kind of assumed that Katie would be gone. Or at least wouldn’t want anything to do with them. Or him.
After revealing what they were—and her insisting what she wasn’t—she’d left as soon as British politeness allowed.
Yet here she was.
And here he was, nearly blasted over the steel railing and back down into the harbor below. The top rail, chest high on most folks, had caught him square in the solar plexus.
He’d already been out of wind before he’d decided it was time to outrun Ricardo and Jesse. He still wasn’t sure how, but he’d done it.
And now he had no air at all and let himself simply slide down to his knees and wheeze like a helo turboshaft engine robbed of fuel.
“That was great!” Katie was helping him ease into a sitting position on the sidewalk with his back against
