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face. A mixture of innocence and sultry, beguiling beauty. A voice as low and sweet as wine …
    “Now that we have met, Señorita,” Juan told her, “I hope that I shall see you again about Costa del Sol. Perhaps you would be so kind as to—”
    “Oh, no!” Brittany Martin exclaimed suddenly, clutching the white terry robe about her with dismay filling her features.
    “What, Señorita?” Juan asked with alarm.
    “I … I don’t know what I’m going to do!” she murmured ruefully. She lifted her hands and grimaced. “He has taken my money, my credit cards—everything!”
    “Oh, Señorita! You mustn’t worry about such petty things when you have walked away with your life and health! My dear girl! After such a violent confrontation with El Drago, we must be grateful just to have you with us!”
    “Oh, I am grateful for that!” she exclaimed. But Flynn noted that her lashes fell in a low sweep over her cheeks again, and again. She shuddered—remembering her confrontation? “I just don’t know what I will do.”
    “You can call home from my villa—” Juan began.
    Flynn chuckled softly to interrupt. He crossed his arms idly over his chest, and spoke huskily. “Juan, mi amigo ! I believe I’m the one who actually fished our mermaid from the sea—the lady must be my guest.” He smiled at the girl. “Don’t be alarmed by my reputation. My life-style has been outrageously exaggerated. I’m thirty-three and fairly affluent and I’m afraid that’s all you need to make the newspapers these days. You’ve really nothing to fear. Donald and a number of servants reside at my casa .”
    She smiled with gratitude. “Thank you both, so very much. I’m not at all afraid—just thankful. I hope that I can solve things quickly.”
    “I don’t believe, Ms. Martin, that you could possibly outstay your welcome. Hell, I’m sure, would bloody well freeze first. And you mustn’t worry—calls and resources can take time.”
    “I’m just afraid that …” She hesitated with a rueful grimace. “My parents are off somewhere—Germany, or Switzerland, I believe—on a second honeymoon. I’m going to have to track them down. I don’t wish to get in your way or disturb your life.”
    “As I said,” Flynn told her softly, “you are welcome—indefinitely.”
    “No strings attached, miss,” Donald said, very suddenly and very properly, staring at his employer—then Juan—rather than Brittany, as if he were reminding both of the men that they were promising good behavior rather than assuring Brittany.
    Flynn gazed at Donald, mildly curious by the man’s quick, protective attitude. He was a little bemused. Women came and went—Donald was polite and courteous to them all. But this one … it seemed his staid employee was a little bit under a sea-spell of enchanted fantasy himself.
    Flynn laughed. “Donald! That you should have to say such a thing to our guest! No strings attached, Ms. Martin.”
    She had colored slightly. “Mr. Colby, as I said, I’m not afraid.”
    But was she? he wondered. She seemed very tense. He kept smiling. “Let Donald see you to a cabin now, Ms. Martin. You must feel quite sea-logged. Enjoy a shower, and get some rest. You’ve been through one ordeal, the police might be another.”
    “The police?”
    “Yes, of course. You’ll want to report El Drago. Perhaps the police will be able to catch the culprit this time.”
    “Oh, yes!” she agreed. Then, almost in aftermath, she added a quiet, “Of course.”
    “It’s unlikely,” Juan murmured with a shake of his head. He looked at Flynn. “El Drago could be anywhere by now.”
    “That’s the pity of it,” Flynn agreed.
    “I suppose I must agree with Juan,” Brittany said, “and be glad that I am here now, with you. My things are small loss—thanks to your assistance.”
    “You’ve made our day, Ms. Martin. Seafarers dream of plucking beauties from the sea; we’ve managed to do just that.”
    Her eyes were downcast;