Twelve Nights Of Temptation

“It shouldn’t have happened. I serviced it just last week. I must have missed a weak point.”

His lips tightened in what looked like frustration. “Why are you so quick to blame yourself? It obviously broke after you did your work.”

“The sequence of events isn’t logical. It shouldn’t have broken all of a sudden. Wear and tear should have been obvious when I was working on it.” She’d been mulling over the possibilities for hours now. “It could have been a faulty part, weak material in the cable maybe, something that wasn’t visible that would leave it prone to breaking.”

“There you go.”

“Or...” She hesitated to even voice her speculation.

“Or?” he prompted.

“Somebody wanted it to break. It’s far-fetched. I get that. And on the surface, it seems like I’m making excuses for my own incompetence—coming up with some grand scheme of sabotage to explain it all away. But the thing is, I checked with the fuel supply company right after we got back from Tyree. We were the only customer that had a water problem. And none of our other yachts were affected, only Orca’s Run. How does that work? How does water only get into one fuel system?” She gave in and took another drink of the wine.

“Tasha?” Matt asked.

“Yeah?” She set down her glass, oddly relieved at having said it out loud. Now they could discuss it and dismiss it.

“Can you parse that out a little more for me?”

She nodded, happy to delve into her theory and find the flaws. “It’s far from definitive. It’s only possible. It’s possible that someone put water in the fuel and damaged the pump. And it’s possible someone partially cut the cable.”

“The question is, why?”

She agreed. “Do you have any enemies?”

“None that I know about.”

“A competitor, maybe?”

He sat back in his chair. “Wow.”

“Wow that somebody could be secretly working against you?”

“No. I was just thinking that after-dinner conversation with you is so much more interesting than with Emilie.”

“So you think my theory is too far-fetched.” She was inclined to agree.

“That’s not what I said at all. I’m thinking you could be right. And we should investigate. And that’s kind of exciting.”

“You think it’s exciting? That someone might be damaging your boats and undermining your company’s reputation?”

He topped up both of their glasses. “I think it could be exciting to investigate. It’s not like anything was seriously or permanently damaged. It seems like more mischief than anything. And haven’t you ever wanted to be an amateur sleuth?”

“No.” She could honestly say it had never crossed her mind.

“Come on. You investigate, diagnose and fix problems all the time.”

“There are no bad guys lurking inside engines.”

“The bad guy only adds a new dimension to the problem.”

She couldn’t understand his jovial attitude. There wasn’t a positive side to this. “There’s something wrong with you, Matt.”

“Will you help me?” he asked, his eyes alight in a way that trapped and held her gaze. His eyes were vivid blue right now, the color of the bay at a summer sunrise.

“It’s my job.” She fought an inappropriate thrill at the prospect of working closely with him. She should be staying away from him. That’s what she should be doing.

“We need to start with a list of suspects. Who has access to the engines and steering systems?”

“I do, and the contract mechanics from Dean’s Repairs and Corner Service. And Alex now. But she wasn’t even here when we had the Orca’s Run problem.”

“Was she in Whiskey Bay?”

“Yes but... You’re not suggesting she’s a mole.”

“I’m not suggesting anything yet. I’m only laying out the facts.”

Tasha didn’t want to suspect Alex, but she couldn’t disagree with Matt’s approach. They had to start with everyone who had access, especially those with mechanical skills. Whoever did this understood boats and engines well enough to at least attempt to cover their tracks.

“At least we can rule you out,” Matt said with a smirk.

“And you,” she returned.

“And me. What about the rest of the staff? Who can we rule out?”

“Can we get a list of everyone’s hours for the past couple of weeks?”

“Easily.”

“What about your competitors?” It seemed to Tasha that Matt’s competitors would have motive to see him fail.

“They’d have a financial motive, I suppose. But I know most of the ones in the area, and I can’t imagine any of them doing something underhanded.”

“Maybe they didn’t,” she said, realizing the enormity of her accusations. Never mind the enormity, what about the likelihood that somebody was out to harm Matt’s business?

She was reevaluating this whole thing. “Maybe it was just my making a mistake.”

He paused and seemed to consider. “Do you believe that’s what happened?”

“Nobody’s perfect.” She knew her negligence could account for the cable.

Then again, the water in the fuel of Orca’s Run was something else. It was a lot less likely she’d been responsible for that.

He watched her closely, his gaze penetrating. “Tasha, I can tell by your expression you know it wasn’t you.”

“I can’t be one hundred percent certain.”

He took her hand in both of his. “I am.”