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idea how the hell I’m going to pull this one off.”
    The other two investors had each produced a pouch of uncut diamonds as well. There was zero chance of her taking the pouch Colton had handed over under the watchful and vigilant eyes of the businessmen, and their dozen bodyguards in the salon without being caught.
    Sick to her stomach at the thought of losing everything the Moms had worked for their entire lives, Hannah prepped her dose on auto pilot.
    As a type one diabetic, she’d been injecting herself since she was old enough to do it on her own. Grayson had been the one to patiently read every scrap of information her mom had brought home from the doctor’s office. He was the one to talk her down from freaking out at the thought of injecting herself. He’d calmly and efficiently administered the first, then stood with her as she’d done the next and the next, until she had the hang of it. Grayson was many things, but the man had the patience of a saint.
    Hannah still hated him.
    And she refused to think about Grayson when she had much bigger fish to fry at the moment. She didn’t care how impressive the plans for the resort were, or how much the projected earnings were, the Moms’ retirement was not, under any circumstances, going to be part of it.
    Ejecting a couple of drops of insulin into the air to remove bubbles, she dialed in the appropriate dose by rote. Whoever these men were, she, Colton and the other investors, were pretty much hostages as the slow moving Stone’s Throw sailed toward the island where the resort was under construction.
    When had her friendship with the man she thought of as a brother, turned into her being his freaking nanny? She’d never felt sisterly toward Grayson. It was Gray who’d given her her first kiss, Grayson who’d been her first lover. The fact that she was still trying not to be in love with him after what he’d done had nothing—okay, it had everything to do with trying to rectify the biggest mistake of her life.
    She knew better than to waste time thinking about him. Especially now.
    Untucking, and lifting her shirt, Hannah pinched a fold of skin at her waist and administered her shot. A loud thump on the door startled her, causing her to jerk her hand. The pen dropped to the floor, then rolled under the edge of the bed skirt.
    Damn. Hannah dropped to her knees to find it. “Some-“ one’s in here!
    “Savrov spoke my name.” The male voice, American, and very, very angry, was right on the other side of the cabin door while she was in the downward dog position. “Get rid of him.”
    Not moving an eyelash, Hannah held her breath, waiting for them to keep moving.
    A second man, sounding younger and Latin American, asked, “Permanently?”
    Something cold and slithery prickled her skin. What did that mean?
    The first guy didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Had he walked away after giving the order? Hannah almost let out the breath she held. “Is the device set?”
    Heart lodged in her throat, and pulse thumping uncomfortably she remained on the floor, too scared to move and alert them to her presence. Who were these people?
    “As you instructed,” the younger man said, deferentially. “Exactly thirty minutes eighteen seconds from now.”
    “Excellent. I’ll bring the others up to the helipad in three minutes. Be ready to take off immediately. Before anyone notices we’re missing. I want to be out on open water to watch the show.”
    What show ? Hannah mouthed, afraid she knew the answer. Had she seen too many Bourne and Die Hard movies? Maybe they were talking about something completely different than killing someone, stealing the diamonds, and blowing up their fancy ship as they flew off into the sunset?
    Or maybe that’s exactly what they were saying.
    “What about the crew?”
    “What about them?” The American said coldly. That sounded ominous. “Are you offering to be part of the fireworks?”
    Hannah’s stomach lurched with dread. What