It was several hours later before Ranger and I exited the ship to tour Santo Tomas. We went ashore and hurried to catch the small shuttle to take us to another site where there were Mayan ruins. This site was small, but there were supposed to be some very good statues there.

When we arrived we were given tour sheets and left on our own. The important statues had tour guides near them to answer questions. We found the first Zoomorph called Stela D with a small crowd around it. The statue was dated at about 766AD. It had Mayan hieroglyphics on the side of it. There was also a date that indicated it was created about the time of the Third Mayan Empire. It was fascinating. It was so hard to imagine that someone could have created such an intricate work of art when they had such primitive tools. But as Grandma said, the human soul is capable of much.

The other statue was huge and named Zoomorph P. It was dated about 736AD. This one looked like it was turned on its side. There were several smaller statues and some pyramid ruins as well for us to explore. We took our time wandering around till we eventually found ourselves alone in an area.

"How did it go with your interrogation," Ranger asked sitting on a large rock and opening his bottle of water.

"Pretty well," I shrugged. "I made it clear that I had nothing to hide. I told them that I thought both deaths were suspicious. They'd heard of me before," I grinned.

"Yea…the whole Boston thing made National news."

"Apparently," I agreed. "They said they may have to question me later, you know once they'd gotten the coroner's report and done some investigating of their own."

"Yea…that's kind of what I got too," he sighed. "Did you get the impression that they had a suspect?"

"No," I shook my head. "I got the opposite impression. They didn't even know that every passenger on the ship was here for the wedding. They have a lot to do to catch up to speed. They're going to have to interview everyone I think."

"Yea," he frowned.

"What are you worried about Ranger? Tank didn't do this. I don't know who did, but I know it wasn't him."

"Oh I know that."

"Then what are you so worried about?"

"I just feel so helpless. I mean usually I have an idea who it could have been. This time…I have nothing. You have nothing. It sucks."

"Yea…it does suck," I agreed.

"This whole cruise is supposed to be about Tank and Lula and their wedding and it's turned into this nightmare. I'll be honest with you Babe, I never thought Tank would get married. I never thought he'd find someone he'd want to settle down and have kids with. I'm really happy for him and now it's all in jeopardy. It's scary," he ran his hand through his hair. "And…while we're off the ship wandering around and getting culture…they're stuck on the ship…"

"Having sex," I nodded.

He blinked at me," what?"

"Do you think they're sitting around wondering what they should do?" I laughed, "They're not Ranger. They're having sex and a lot of it."

"How do you know?"

"I just know. Trust me on this one."

"Oh man," he groaned, "now they suck too."

"Probably," I grinned and waggled my brows.

"You're not helping," he sighed.

"Sorry Ranger," I said with a slight smile.

"How sorry," he tugged me between his legs with a sultry smile.

"Not jungle sex sorry," I assured him.

He sighed, "I knew you were going to say that."

"You should by now," I laughed. "Come on…we're supposed to meet the tour bus in a few minutes and head back."

"And what will we do then?"

"We'll find a nice bar and have some chips and salsa and a couple of beers and try to forget this whole thing."

"Sounds like a plan," he nodded in agreement.

We walked toward the tour bus and I frowned up at him. "Why did you think Tank would never settle down?"

"Tank was the work," he said adjusting his sunglasses. "There was nothing else. He didn't chase after women. If he got involved with women it was usually work related."

"Like the Interpol chick," I nodded.

"Yea, like that. He just…well, he just wasn't interested in the house and kids and all of that. I think he had to meet the right woman before those instincts really became activated in him. You know what I mean?"

"Maybe," I nodded. I stayed pretty quiet after that. If it took the 'right woman' to activate those instincts, then I very clearly wasn't the right woman for Ranger. That made me sad.

"Anyway, on to beer and snacks," he said pulling me aboard the bus.

Of course, this is us so we didn't do that. We found a spot that did boat tours and we took one. After all, we hadn't spent nearly enough time on boats lately. I know you rolled your eyes. What can I say? We were avoiding returning to the ship and that hell. But you already knew that, didn't you?

Finally we couldn't avoid it any longer and returned to the ship. We somehow managed to make it on board without Molly accosting us to tell us that either someone else was dead or some fantastic thing was about to happen. We made it all the way to our cabin and found Cindy Sue finishing up her cleaning.

"Hi," I smiled.

"You're just in time. I was just finishing up."

"There's no hurry," I dropped to the sofa.

"I wish all of my cabins were like yours. You're so neat," she sighed. "The guy who just died, he was a slob!"

"Which one," I frowned.

"You know the one who was electrocuted. He was a disaster," she shook her head. He always left his clothes and trash all over the room."

"Did he," I sighed, "Men!"

"I know," she laughed. "But don't worry. You've got a good one."

I smiled, "Thanks."

"See you guys later," she grinned heading for the door.

"Hey, don't tell anyone we're back," Ranger sighed. "I need a nap."

"You got it," she grinned and left us alone.

I turned to Ranger and raised a brow, "you need a nap?"

"I need some time without wedding disasters and murders being the priority."

"Who doesn't," I smiled.

"I thought going ashore would help with that, but it doesn't really. I mean no matter what we do off the ship, we're always coming back here to the reality of two dead men and my best friend as the prime suspect."

"I know."

"And I don't want to deal with it. So let's just stay in. Is that okay?"

"I'm not complaining."

Ranger dropped in the chair across from me and just sat there smiling. "You know…I can think of something fascinating to do while we're here hiding from the world."

"I just bet you can," I shook my head. "But I have some research to do." I reached for my lap top. "And I'm willing to bet that you have some work to do too."

He sighed, "This sucks."

"You may have mentioned that," I snickered.

"And I'm hungry."

"I can get Cindy to sneak us some food," I reached for the phone.

"Yea," he raised a brow hopefully.

"You want a salad?"

He sighed, "I should want a salad. Instead I want more beer and something that's maybe not so good for me. I want shrimp. I want tons of shrimp in cocktail sauce and coronas."

"You do," I raised a brow.

"I do," he nodded.

I placed the order.

An hour later Ranger was face down on the bed and his computer was on the floor beneath him. He was frustrated and annoyed and he'd had four beers and that's more than he usually consumed.

"You know what I don't like," he raised his head and glared at me in the chair by the bed.

"No…what don't you like?"

"I don't like that you get to do cool research and I have to do auditing and balancing. Why don't we swap?"

"Because that's what you do and this is what I do," I reminded him without raising my head.

"But I don't want to do this."

"There are people who want to do that," I smiled.

"I don't want to do it."

"Then hire someone else to do it who's really good at the boring stuff and likes to do it," I frowned at my screen.

"And then what would I do," he sighed.

"Then you can go back to visiting potential clients and I'll go back to research and…"

"No way, sales are too good the way it is. I may have to find someone else to do this shit though. I'll shoot myself in the head if I have to keep this up."

"But Ranger," I raised a brow struggling to fight the smile. "This is what important business men do."

"Really," he blinked and rolled to his feet, picked me up and dumped me on the bed.

"Hey," I squealed into his shoulder as I hit the bed.

"I am taking a nap," he said pulling me tight against him. "I'm on vacation. I'm sick of work. I'm sick of paperwork and working to find a solution that is so far elusive. I am sick of trying to keep up an appearance that I know what's going on and everything's going to be fine. I'm sick of all of it. I want a nap."

"I was working."

"If I nap, then you have to nap."

"Who made that rule," I laughed.

"I did. I make all the rules."

"Really," I raised a brow at him.

"And you disobey them if you don't like them," he smiled kissing my shoulder.

"As long as we understand each other," I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Are you going to disobey this one?"

"Nope," I sighed and snuggled back into him shamelessly.

He groaned, "Great. That's great."

I woke up hours later and squinted at the clock in the darkened room. "Oh shit…Ranger…we were supposed to be at dinner half an hour ago."

"Dinner," he muttered.

"You know…the nighttime meal that sustains our bodies," I said attempting to pull away.

"I'm still tired."

"I have to eat."

"We'll order something."

"We have no choice," I said with a sigh.

"To make up for it, I'll take you dancing later," he smiled into my shoulder.

"Is this so you can see Louisa," I rolled my eyes.

He bit my shoulder lightly. "Brat," he growled.

"Casanova," I giggled.

He nibbled again.

"I'm not dinner," I pulled away and sat up.

"Too bad…I could make a meal out of you," he said softly.

Okay…I groaned. I'm pretty sure I groaned aloud. The reason I'm pretty sure that I groaned aloud is because the next thing he said was…

"Babe," he said running his finger down my back.

That shouldn't work on me. That one finger running down my spine shouldn't be enough to make me want to roll back into the bed and tell him 'bon appetite'. But it was. So…I ran for the bathroom of course. I'm trying to avoid that scenario or don't you remember?

I called room service and ordered steak and potatoes and salad for dinner. This time I also ordered a bottle of wine. I would have ordered beer, but it seems to make Ranger sleepy and if he was supposed to be taking me dancing he needed to be awake.

Cindy Sue delivered our steaks half an hour later.

"What happened to you two? Are you staying in all night?"

"No…he's taking me dancing later," I said inhaling the smell of the food when she brought it in. "That smells wonderful."

"Great, well…enjoy it," she grinned and left.

That girl was too damn happy.

Ranger raised a brow. "Do you think she ever has a bad day?"

"Of course she does," I shook my head. "She has a job. She has to keep this happy face for it. I don't go see our clients with a mean face on."

"Thank God…your mean face is scary," he said and shuddered.

"I think I can beat you up if I tie you up first," I said thoughtfully contemplating him.

"Oh please tie me up or let me tie you up," he growled low.

I blinked and said nothing. Sometimes it's best just to keep your ideas to yourself.