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pendant is guaranteed to be lucky in love.”

      His companion stepped forward, taking over.

      “Will Serena d’Andrea be lucky enough to find a shipboard romance? Let’s hear what she has to say.”

      The microphone was thrust under Serena’s nose again.

      “How does it feel to have discovered the pendant?” the crew member asked.

      Serena, conscious of every eye on her, smiled into the camera. Even the people who’d been dancing had stopped.

      “It was a big surprise. There it was right at the bottom of the gift basket. I certainly didn’t expect to find it.”

      “Are you excited about the prospect of wearing the pendant around the ship and maybe finding your own true love?”

      The camera zoomed in to capture the pendant nestled between Serena’s cleavage.

      Caught off guard by the directness of the question, Serena fingered the piece. “Searching for the pendant was fun, and I enjoyed reading the story of the shepherd Lexus and his love for the moon goddess. I’d like to believe that some day I will find my true love.”

      “Do you believe true love exists?” the other videographer asked, stepping forward.

      Of course she believed in love. But love hurt and could be painful if unrequited. She’d learned that the hard way by falling for Marc LeClair, the man who’d broken her heart.

      Serena glanced in the direction where she’d last seen the man she’d thought might be Marc Le Clair. He was no longer there and neither was the redhead.

      “My friend is a very romantic woman,” Pia said, coming up beside her. “She is excited about the possibility of meeting Señor Right aboard Alexandra’s Dream. Aren’t you, querida?” Pia placed an arm around Serena’s shoulders and smiled for the camera.

      Caught up in her friend’s enthusiasm, and buoyed by her support, Serena managed another bright smile. She held the pendant between her thumb and forefinger, making sure the camera crew got a good shot of the piece.

      “Of course. Let’s hope this brings me good luck.”

      Applause broke out around her. The disk jockey cranked up the music louder, signaling the interview was officially over. Dancing immediately resumed.

      But the music was quickly cut off when a commanding voice called over the intercom, “We have officially set sail for Hemingway’s Key West. We wish you a safe and enjoyable journey. Bon voyage!”

      CHAPTER THREE

      “YOU DANCE LIKE A NATIVE,” the redhead said coyly. She’d commandeered Marc’s arm and practically dragged him onto the dance floor. With each sultry move her oversized breasts grazed his chest, but he still didn’t know her name, nor was he particularly interested in finding out.

      “You could say I am a native,” Marc answered smoothly, executing an underarm turn. “My mother was Argentinean, so I learned to dance practically before I could walk.”

      “Argentinean.” She looked at him, awed. “I thought you were a good ole boy from Texas. I checked out your boots.”

      He wasn’t sure how to take that. Was it a come on?

      “I’m from Canada. Alberta’s where I was born, but I’ve been working in Texas for a couple of years. The boots are my tribute to Texas, but we’ve got lots of cowboys in Alberta, too.”

      “Cool!”

      Marc couldn’t wait for the dance to end. He had no desire to discuss his personal life with a stranger. He tried taking the lead since he could almost hear her counting the salsa beat in her head, but she wouldn’t let him.

      Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow. Although not exactly proficient in salsa, she faked it, using a lot of hip and breast movement to make it look authentic.

      “I’m Heddy,” she said, her lips close to his ear.

      “Heddy? That’s an unusual name.”

      “It’s actually Heather Maxwell but I hate Heather.”

      “Heather’s a beautiful name,” Marc murmured.

      From the moment he’d arrived at the party, she’d attached herself to him. She’d even accompanied him to the Guest Relations Desk to straighten out a problem with his onboard charge card when his purchase didn’t go through. She seemed pleasant enough but not terribly bright. Right now she was providing a welcome distraction, helping him get his mind off the real reason he’d been forced to take this sudden vacation.

      A hand tapped his shoulder. He jumped. He was still jittery and on edge, and rightly so, given everything he’d been through.

      “May I cut in?” a well-groomed, dark-haired man asked. He eyed Heddy.

      “Of course.”

      Ignoring Heddy’s frantic headshakes, Marc quickly turned her over to the man and left the dance floor.

      As he made his way across the room, Marc noticed a group of people gathered around someone. His first thought was that it must be one of the celebrity instructors putting on a solo performance. Curious, he slowed his pace, hoping to see one of the greats, but as bits of conversation floated his way, he realized he’d been mistaken.

      “It must feel great finding the pendant,” a woman’s high-pitched voice shrilled. “You’re bound to get lots of attention.”

      “With looks like that, you don’t need a pendant,” another voice called out. “Hand it over, girl. Some of us need it more.”

      “Did the cruise staff tell you what kinds of perks you’ll get if they find you wearing the pendant?”

      Marc couldn’t hear the responses to the questions but guessed the fuss had something to do with the treasure hunt mentioned in the embarkation pamphlet. He’d passed on hunting for the pendant. Finding love wasn’t in the cards right now; his primary focus was staying alive.

      He was on this ship for two reasons—first, because he’d been ordered by his boss to disappear, and second, because there was nothing he enjoyed more than dancing. Dancing was a great stress reliever. And for the next fourteen days he could take lessons with the best.

      There had been threats on his life recently, followed by a dozen or so near mishaps. Marc was ordered to take a vacation and forced out of his beloved Colombia. Leaving the country he loved and his high-profile position at the Canadian embassy only added to his stress, but at least the dance-themed cruise would keep him from thinking about it for a while.

      He’d grown up taking dance lessons. Both of his parents had been accomplished dancers. High level government officials, they’d expected their children to know how to dance, and their social life revolved around various ballroom events. His mother, a South American socialite, and his father, also from a socially prominent Canadian family, thought it would instill confidence and at the same time keep them occupied.

      At first, Marc had been resentful about having to go to dance classes when his friends were out playing sports. But as he got older he began to appreciate having this skill. Dancing had made adolescence far less painful. While his schoolmates had difficulty crossing a room to ask a girl to dance, he found it easy. And once he was on the floor he became another person, totally uninhibited. This made him a popular and sought-after date.

      He stood now at the fringe of the crowd, curious to see who the crew members were filming. Whoever it was must be enjoying their fifteen minutes of fame and eating up the attention.

      He caught a glimpse of turquoise clothing and wavy black hair and knew it was a woman. She must be hot since there was a disproportionate number of men in the crowd.

      The music in the background swelled, and a female voice took over the microphone. The interview was over.

      “It’s

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