He fingered her hair, surprised when she didn't jerk away. Then again, he had to admit – she was good in character. Better than he had thought she would be.

"Gentlemen prefer blondes?" Leah – Layla, he corrected himself – asked him in a teasing tone. They were sitting on the beach outside their hotel, casually observing the people around them. She self-consciously touched the long blonde hair she had adopted for her cover.

"Some," Shipwreck – Henry – answered in a teasing tone. "Me? I'm more of a natural guy."

"I noticed," Layla answered in the same teasing tone, touching his cheek where only a few days ago had been covered by beard. Now clean shaven, she had to admit he was a pretty attractive guy.

She used her hand to shade her eyes from the sun, looking out at the boats enjoying the nice weather. "That looks so nice," she said, gesturing towards the boats. "We should head down to the marina and see if we can rent one."

Henry followed her gaze, squinting in the sun. He was amazed at her sharp eyesight as well as some of her other skills – like completely changing her personality – she had displayed the two days they'd been there.

"Sure, sweetheart," he answered lazily. "Tomorrow?"

"Hmmm. I think the weather said it's supposed to rain tomorrow. Let's do it today. I'd love to know if they rent that one right there," she said gesturing towards several boats in the distance.

He took the hint, but played the part for the crowded beach around them. "Sure," he repeated. "Maybe we can do a little diving as well?"

"Maybe," Layla replied, gathering up their belongings.

In their room, they did the usual sweep for bugs before they settled down on the bed.

"You saw it?" Henry asked her, and she nodded in reply.

"Just like the picture. Takes guts not to change the name, I guess – or stupidity."

He shrugged. "With them, could be either. So," he asked, rummaging through the suitcase, "we have yachting clothes?"

She produced a couple outfits as well as some necessary accessories.

"Think these are necessary?" he asked her. "I mean, thought we were just scouting today."

"Always be prepared," she said with a small smile, grabbing her purse. "You ready?"

They strolled hand in hand at the marina, asking about rentals and checking out the different boats. To everyone, they gave the appearance of the honeymooning couple. Soon, they had the small boat they rented joining the larger ones out in the harbor.

Henry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Now this feels like home," he told Layla with a smile, piloting the boat around one of the larger yachts.

"Let's try to get closer and see what we can observe," Layla told him, adding a small smile after her words. Not that anyone was probably watching them out here, but it was best to keep in character.

"Anything you say, dear," Henry nodded.

"Snake Bite? Seriously? They couldn't have come up with a better name than that?" Henry scoffed softly when they were close enough to read the name on the yacht.

"Maybe they're not trying to hide themselves," Layla murmured. She glanced at the sky and the gathering clouds. "Looks like tomorrow's weather is coming a little early."

"You want to go in?"

"Give it a little bit. Let's go around and then come back. I want to see if we can observe anything."

Forty-five minutes later, Layla sighed with disgust and gave Henry a look. "That was a bust."

"Well, just because we couldn't see anything doesn't meant there won't be action later on," Henry shrugged, piloting the boat back into the dock. They felt the first drops of rain as they got their deposit back.

"Want to make a run for it?" Henry asked, grabbing her hand. He led her to a nearby awning outside a small restaurant before the deluge.

"I think we're stuck," Layla admitted, instinctively leaning closer to Henry.

"Might as well make the best of it," he answered cheerfully. "Hungry?"

They made their way into the small restaurant that was already started to crowd with others seeking refuge from the rain.

As they made their way to a table, Layla grabbed for Henry's hand and leaned close to him. "Don't look now, but in the booth on the opposite side – isn't he one of our marks?"

Henry waited until they were seated and looking over the menus before he slowly glanced around the restaurant, faking an interest in the décor.

"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle," he muttered, "but I do believe you're right. Here we spent the afternoon on the water, and we should've picked the nearest place with a bar," he snorted.

They gave their order to the waiter and leaned forward as if in an intimate conversation.

"Do you know who he's meeting with?"

"Not sure," Layla replied in a low voice. "He looks familiar though." She searched her mind, but couldn't come up with anything. "We're supposed to find out why they're in this area. If we could place that guy, we could go home."

"What? And cut our honeymoon short?" teased Henry softly, raising one of her hands and placing a gentle kiss on it. He gave a wink. "For anyone watching," he reassured her.

Their food arrived as their target left, leaving the mystery man sitting at the table. He talked on his cell phone for several moments before he, too, left.

"I know him," Layla muttered more to herself than Henry. She stabbed her pasta with her fork, irritated she couldn't place him. She forced herself to relax. It would come to her as long as she didn't force it.

As they walked back to the hotel room, Henry looked at her. "Now what?"

"I want to take a closer look at that boat," she told him. "Feel like a midnight swim?"