Romancing the Crown: Kate & Lucas: Under the King's Command / The Prince's Wedding

“From what you said, the Montebellan police will be able to cover the airports, but they don’t have the resources to insure that Chambers doesn’t escape by water.” She continued to study the map. “Our navy has been doing coastguard patrols as part of the lease agreement for this base, but with the number of ships in dry dock and the number on maneuvers, we’re stretched too thin to step up the patrols to any significant extent.”

“That’s the problem I’ve been running into,” Sam said. “The admiral authorized the use of any available naval resources to assist the Montebellans, but that only means telephones, radio equipment, this office and a handful of personnel who could be pulled from their regular duties. We couldn’t justify diverting Navy vessels that are stationed in the Mediterranean into forming a blockade in order to look for one woman. That would be ludicrous, not to mention a threat to the stability of the area.”

“So what’s your plan?”

“Still working on it. For now, we’re going to concentrate on checking any suspicious watercraft during the regular patrols of the coastline. The police helicopters will provide added surveillance.”

“But that won’t necessarily stop her from escaping. The craft she’s on might not look suspicious. You would need to check out every single vessel to be certain, but considering the amount of daily boat traffic and the limited number of Navy vessels available, that would be impossible.”

“Hey, I’m open to suggestions. Do you have a better idea?”

She didn’t respond immediately. She studied the map for another minute, then straightened. “Sam, I don’t believe we should rely on the regular coastal patrol.”

He turned to face her, surprised by her comment. “Unless every soul in Montebello is a news junkie and is able to recognize Ursula Chambers from her photograph, and unless they’re completely honest and willing to turn her in, we can’t be certain she won’t be able to find some private boat to hire.”

“Of course, we can’t rely on the general public to stop her from escaping. I meant that we shouldn’t use a high-profile surveillance of the island.”

“Why not?”

“There is already massive security in place at the airports, right?”

“Right,” he confirmed. “Chambers won’t get off Montebello that way.”

“So if her only alternative is leaving by boat, a high-profile search using naval ships and police helicopters might force her underground.”

“Ah, I see your point.”

Kate nodded. “She’s already a suspect in two murders, so she has nothing to lose by killing again. For the sake of public safety, I’m positive the king would want her captured as soon as possible.”

“You’re right. He does. That’s why he’s pulling every diplomatic string he’s got to get help.”

“Which should make our job easier. We’re going to need to pull a lot of strings to organize what I have in mind.”

He crossed his arms and looked at her expectantly. “Which is?”

She lifted her chin. “I think we should use the fleet of Montebello.”

Did she know how appealing her neck looked when she angled her chin that way? She used to like the way he would run his tongue along her jaw. And he liked that low purr she made when he would suck on her earlobe….

“Sam?”

He jerked his attention to what she had said. “What fleet? The Montebellans have no fleet.”

“They have fishing boats and pleasure craft.”

“Kate…”

“Think about it, Sam. The waters around this island are usually busy with small craft, so those boats wouldn’t arouse suspicion as they cruise the coastline. They would serve to draw Chambers out. They’re maneuverable, and if coordinated properly they could systematically cover a large area.”

“If coordinated properly?”

“We could man the boats with all available Montebellan police and Navy personnel, who would remain in constant radio communication.”

He stared at her as he rapidly assessed her suggestion. SEALs were trained to make use of anything available when they were on a mission. But civilian vessels? In a naval operation? It was unconventional, but it just might work. “I see where you’re heading, Kate. If we chart a course for each vessel so that it covers one section of a grid near the coastline—”

“With naval vessels positioned offshore as backup for the small boats—”

“And spotter aircraft on standby,” he added.

“By tomorrow we could draw a surveillance net around the island that a rubber raft couldn’t slip through.”

“All right. Sounds good. Let’s set this up.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “Just like that? You’re willing to go with my idea?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, yes.”

“Why?”

“I was under the impression that you liked getting your way.”

“Sure I do. In this case, I want to complete my mission by catching a murderer, and if your idea gets me there, I’ll use it.”

“I see.”

“Kate, just because I was more interested in your body than in your mind doesn’t mean I thought you didn’t have one.”

She took a step back, her cheeks flushing red. “Sam, we agreed—”

He muttered an oath and held up his hands. “Sorry.”

“No problem.” She cleared her throat and turned to the table. “We’d better get started.”

Ursula hated the water. She’d never learned to swim. The only reason she owned a bikini was that she looked so scrumptious in one.

She lifted her arm to hold her hat against the breeze and inhaled deeply. “I just love sailing,” she said. “It’s so exciting, don’t you think?”

The boy nodded quickly, his gaze riveted to her cleavage. His frame hadn’t yet fleshed out, and he looked all coltish arms and legs in his swimsuit, but the gleam in his eye was all man.

Ursula twitched her shoulders so her breasts jiggled, hiding a smirk when she saw the boy’s eyes widen. Teenagers were so easy to manipulate. This one appeared to be sixteen, maybe seventeen, and like all adolescent males, he could be led around by his sex drive.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing like a cork. “I have a sailboat.”