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let them destroy him as well.
    The dog ran by his side, completely soaked and tongue lolling from the side of its mouth. They hit the boardwalk and slowed to a jog. She was sure the dog was smiling.
    Through the binoculars, Bianca could see the animal was missing vital male parts, so it must be female. That might explain the adoration in the dog’s eyes. Bianca had never met a female yet who could resist the absolute alpha male prowess Cal exuded.
    Hell, she’d been at restaurants with him where the male waiters hit on him.
    The thing none of them realized was that he was a very dangerous man. A weapon the US had trained and given specialized skills. When she told him about Senator Halston, Cal would want to use those skills on the man.
    What to do? Could she keep her husband away from the senator until the worst of Cal’s anger subsided and she could convince him to go along with her rational, logical plan? Cal would be out for blood, and if he went after the senator his way—with violence—she’d be forced to rein him in.
    She couldn’t physically stop Cal from doing anything. And she didn’t want to notify authorities that he was hunting down a United States senator.
    Cooper, the leader of the Southern California Violent Crimes Taskforce, could possibly step in if she needed him. He was a secretive guy himself, and she knew a few of those secrets.
    If necessary, she wasn’t above blackmailing Cooper to gain his cooperation, but she didn’t think she’d need to stoop that low. He valued her—at least her brain—and once you were part of Cooper Harris’s team, the man would move mountains for you.
    She preferred to do things her way, and if she involved Cooper, he’d take charge. He’d also end up in the crosshairs with her. Best not to involve him unless she was left with no other alternative.
    She lowered the binoculars as Cal and the dog came aboard and headed down the stairs, oblivious to her in her hidden vantage point.
    “B?” he called over the noisy rain, and his deep voice made her pulse jump. There was the usual irritated edge to his voice, but something else as well. “Where are you?”
    Worry ? Was that what she heard in his voice? Sure had been a hell of a long time since he’d worried about her.
    She had to do this. She had to tell him. What happened after that would be up to him.
    Leaving the binoculars behind, she flipped on the tiny camera she’d installed by the boat’s windshield so she could keep an eye on the marina’s entrance. Grabbing the handrail, she steadied herself. The storm might buy her an hour or two—keep Cal from going anywhere and slow down anyone searching for her—but she needed to figure out a way to keep him sequestered, and her ass out of the line of fire until she could find physical evidence against the senator she could take to the Justice Department. They wouldn’t bring him up on charges over hearsay.
    And hearsay was all she had.
    Bianca sighed. After what she’d put Cal through already, he was more likely to toss her overboard than become her bodyguard.

    Cal dried his hair with a towel, watching Bianca descend the stairs. She was as wet as he was, strands of her hair sticking to her graceful neck. She’d removed her glasses, and if not for the clothes and the fear on her face, she’d look like she’d just stepped out of the shower.
    Oh, the fun they’d had in the shower. “What were you doing up there?”
    She took the other end of the towel and wiped her face off with it. “Watching you.”
    Warmth spread in his veins. “Afraid I wouldn’t come back?”
    Her eyes met his. “Yes.”
    One simple word but it packed a hell of an accusation. “I always came back, B.”
    “You almost didn’t this last time.” Her voice was soft but forceful. “I told you that would happen. The odds—”
    “The odds?” He took the towel, then wiped off his neck. “Fuck the odds. Three of my men died. I should have died with them.”
    “You nearly did. You