Chapter 74: It's all shadows and blurs.

Mason's stomach rolled. The boat pitched, jostling him in his bunk.

He was going to be sick.

"Mason? Mason, wake up."

He pried one eye open, but it wouldn't focus. Yellow light created a halo around the most beautiful face he'd ever seen.

Hannah?

But what was she doing...?

Where was he?

"What?" He rolled to his back and squinted, taking in what he could see of his surroundings.

A couple of F-22s had to be dive bombing his skull with the way it was pounding.

"You're awake. Finally." Hannah threw up her hands and paced away from him.

His gaze snapped to the hemline of her...nightgown wasn't a good word. It looked soft, comfortable, sexy and hinted at what was underneath. It barely covered her. A wrong move, a fast turn and he'd get a peep show.

A show he couldn't afford.

Because he was not supposed to touch Hannah.

"What's going on?" And where the hell was he? Mexico? Already?