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Jane knew something was up from the moment Zapata strolled casually into her office the following morning shortly after she had made today's port of call announcement. A little too casually, Jane thought, noting the glint in her friend's eye that always spelled trouble. "What's going on, Tasha?"

"Weller sent me to get you," Tasha informed her. "Rich has requested that the two of you spend the day on the island with him and Boston, and since we'll be mooring soon, you need to get changed. Come on. I'll help you pick out an outfit." Though she already had the perfect one in mind. One guaranteed to drive Weller out of his.

"Doesn't that man know we have work to do?" Jane grumbled as she rose and followed Zapata, though she wasn't nearly as displeased as she sounded. She was surprised Kurt hadn't put his foot down, however.

Maybe he wanted to spend time with her as much as she did him.

"Oh, no worries," Zapata said cheerfully. "Your assistant is more than happy to cover for you, and Patterson's going to mind the ship while you're away. The only thing you need to worry about is having a very, very . . . enjoyable day with the good captain."

"You're shameless," Jane said with a laugh. "Besides, we're going to be with Rich and Boston all day. How enjoyable can it be?" She liked them, she really did, but she wished since Rich was giving them a day off, they could go off on their own.

"Oh, you might be surprised," Zapata said under her breath. She hastily changed the subject at Jane's questioning look. "Have you told Weller . . . Does he know about . . .?"

"No," Jane confessed, and there was a world of trepidation in that single word. It was her greatest fear now that things seemed to be changing between them, now that there was the possibility of an actual relationship, that Kurt would take her words to heart and decide to take a change on them, only to close himself off forever when he learned the ugly truth about her.

"Jane. He'll understand," Zapata reassured as they entered the cabin. "You did the best you could under the circumstances. After everything you'd been through, it's amazing you acted at all."

"Yeah," Jane agreed halfheartedly. She knew that was true, but a part of her would always wonder how many lives could have been saved if she had seen through Shepherd's lies and manipulation and taken a stand sooner. She shook off the thought, determined not to let anything spoil this day for her. Higher authorities than her had found her blameless in the events that transpired. "So. What should I wear today?"

"This." Zapata grinned devilishly as she held up the bikini and wrap they had purchased the other day.

Jane's look clearly reflected that she thought her friend had lost her mind. "Are you crazy? I can't walk around the island in that. Besides, didn't you say that we needed to go with successively more revealing clothes? That's pretty much the whole enchilada."

Zapata waved aside her concerns. "After the way he was looking at you last night? He's totally on the hook. Now all we need to do is reel him in." Jane still didn't look convinced, and she grabbed her phone, pulling up the pictures she had taken last night. "Here, see for yourself."

Jane stared down at the images, transfixed. The first one must have been taken moments after Kurt cut in; they were gazing at one another as if they had been separated for an eternity rather than the hour or so since dinner and never wanted to let one another out of their sight again. They grew closer and closer in each successive photo until Jane's head was pillowed against Kurt's shoulder in the last one, and his cheek was resting against her hair.

They looked like a couple completely and totally in love.

Jane offered no further resistance to her chosen outfit for the day, and they reached the lower deck just as the boat arrived to ferry them to shore. She shoved the bag she had packed into Jane's hands as they approached Weller. "Here. I packed you some extra sunscreen and a few other supplies you might need today." She hoped.

Kurt turned at the sound of Zapata's voice and lost his at the sight of Jane in an emerald green bikini covered by a sheer white lace kaftan that fell to mid-thigh. Zapata grinned at the dumbstruck look on his face. "Have fun, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Though that admittedly didn't leave much ground uncovered. Rich had introduced her to his friend Cade last night, and she was hoping to have some fun of her own with him soon.

"I'm beginning to regret letting her pick out my outfits," Jane said in an undertone to Kurt as Zapata motioned them through the open doorway onto the dock. "I tried telling her this wasn't really appropriate for—"

"Jane," Kurt interrupted. "It's fine. You look . . ." He swallowed hard. "You'll fit right in." You'll be the most beautiful woman on the island, he wanted to tell her, but the words stuck in his throat. "I'm, uh . . . I'm really looking forward to today. Even if we do have to spend it with Rich and Boston." His first thought when Rich had informed him that he was giving the two of them the day off was anticipation that they would finally have some time alone.

"Me too," Jane said shyly. She glanced around. "Where are Rich and Boston?"

"They went on ahead," Kurt told her. "Rich told me to give him a call when we arrive, and they'll arrange a place to meet." He motioned for her to precede him onto the dock and stepped into the small boat before extending a hand to help Jane aboard, keeping hold of hers even after they had taken their seats, much to Zapata's obvious amusement. She leaned against the railing and watched them until they were just a speck in the distance.

"How long do you think it will take them to realize where they're going?" asked a voice behind her, and she grinned as she turned to face Rich Dotcom. The two of them had spent a gleeful half hour last night after Jane and Kurt returned to their cabin putting this plan into motion.

"The way they were looking at one another? They'll probably be halfway to the island before it dawns on them," Zapata chuckled. What she wouldn't give to see their faces when the boat's captain told them of the change in plans. Of course, they wouldn't be aware of just how much those plans had changed until they arrived. She hoped they appreciated her genius and Rich's efforts on their behalf.

Jane and Kurt were indeed so engrossed in one another that it took them quite some time to realize that they weren't heading for the populated island directly in front of them, but a smaller, uninhabited one to their left. "What the hell . . ."

As one, their eyes turned to the boat's captain, and the man shrugged woodenly. "Mr. Dotcom's orders, sir. He said he thought the day would be more enjoyable in a more . . . secluded location." As per his orders, he waited until they arrived at the island to give them the rest of his instructions. "Mr. Dotcom said to follow the beach around to the right for about a mile, and you'll find where they set up. I am to return for you at four. Have a nice day."

Friendly fellow, Kurt thought as he hopped out of the boat, wondering why he couldn't have just put them ashore in that spot. He lifted Jane out and carried her to shore before taking the bag Zapata had given her and slinging it over his own shoulder. "Well," he said, "I guess we've got a bit of a walk ahead of us."

"Yeah," Jane agreed, wondering what Rich had in store for them now. She suspected they were in for a surprise. "I, uh . . . I should probably put on some sunscreen before we get going." Zapata had rushed her so fast while she was getting changed that she hadn't even thought of it. "Would you mind getting it out of my bag?"

Kurt obligingly unzipped the bag and was feeling for the sunscreen when his fingers brushed up against something else. Something small and very familiar to him. His brow furrowed as he pulled it out. "Jane. Why are there condoms in your bag?"

Jane's cheeks flamed as she stared at the foil packet in Kurt's hand. "I didn't pack them, I swear! Tasha gave me the bag. She must have . . ." She shook her head as she glanced back toward the ship. She wouldn't put it past her friend to be watching them with a telescope right now. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was in cahoots with Rich Dotcom," she grumbled.

"We certainly have some . . . interesting friends," Kurt agreed. "Well-meaning, but incredibly interfering. I feel like it's time to give them their comeuppance."

Jane was entirely on board with the idea of turning the tables on them. "How would we do that?"

"Well . . ." Kurt hesitated. "I think it's time we tell them we've decided we're better off staying just friends. Don't you?"