NB and I turned right on the path and made our way to the side door of the resort that led to the hallway with our room's entrance. A big guy in a black polo shirt and tight-fitting dark-washed jeans met us outside it.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," Broadrick said as he walked out of the building.

"We were with Barbie." I checked my phone. Good to know he didn't have any kind of tracking on me. "You didn't text."

"No time," he said, waving his hand in the air before taking NB's leash from me. "Come on. You've got to see this."

His smile stretched halfway across his face, and Broadrick had a giddy jump to his step when he led me back to the walkway. The gruff SEAL never got this excited over something, which instantly made me curious.

"Did one of the billionaires buy a submarine?" What else did SEALs get so excited about?

He did his one eyebrow raised thing at me and spat out a single laugh. "No."

I shrugged. He wasn't giving me many hints to work with here.

We walked along the building and turned toward the security office entrance. The pathway split, but rather than turning right to enter his building, Broadrick made a left and turned to the small parking area.

"Look at that beauty," he said, pointing toward a different tall guy standing on the edge of the paved area.

I slowed my steps. "Should I be concerned that you're calling Dalton a beauty?"

"What?" he sputtered. "Vonnie, look past him. It's a gift from Ridge. We have four more coming next week."

Dalton stepped to the side, giving me a full view of the golf cart behind him.

"Wow. She's a beauty, alright." It wasn't a lie. The all-black golf cart behind Dalton had a certain shimmer in the sun. The metal top seemed to sparkle as the sun's rays bounced off it. "Is it glittery?"

"No," Dalton said in disgust, turning around to stare at me. "Why would you say that?"

"It's all shiny." We stopped beside him, and I waved my hand at the roof.

Broadrick scoffed at the same time as his partner. They were definitely spending too much time together. They were even dressing alike. I didn't care if it was the uniform. They need more variety.

"Check out the best part," Broadrick said and then left us on the sidewalk. He jumped into the golf cart and hit a button. Red and blue lights flashed on top of the black glittery roof. "It has lights."

I stifled my laugh. "That is super cool."

Visions of the hunky SEALs speeding around the island's streets chasing billionaires while lights flashed from their glittery golf carts filled my vision. I couldn't wait to get it on video. The girls in Pelican Bay would love it.

"Ridge did a good job, but I feel like it's missing something," I said, scratching my chin. "If you want, I can decorate it for you."

If I didn't have a cart of my own, I could at least make theirs pretty. A pair of fuzzy dice or a furry wheel cover would add a lot of pizzazz.

Broadrick stared at me with a hearty, "No."

"Absolutely not." Dalton stepped between me and the golf cart like I'd attempted to attack his baby.

I rolled my eyes. Men.

A shadow overtook mine on the sidewalk as a third tall guy came up behind me. Why did they all have to be so ridiculously tall? It's not like I was short.

"I thought he'd get one with more seats," Tony said in his gravelly voice.

I tipped my head toward him. "How many SEALs do you need to cart around at one time?"

"You never know, princess," he replied in all seriousness. The images of Broadrick chasing billionaires with flashing lights morphed into a new vision. Two billionaires handcuffed in the back of the four-seater golf cart. I shook my head. No, it was better while they were on the run.

"Ridge has four more coming next week," Dalton said to Tony. "We'll get a set of logo stickers for the sides, too."

"See!" I pointed at him. The sun hit me square in the eyes and I used a hand for shade. "You are decorating them."

They always gave my suggestions such crap but then did them anyway.

"It's called accessorizing," Tony said.

"Whatever makes you guys feel better about your glitter roofs and stickers." I laughed. Then a horrible thought hit me. "You're not getting one of these. Are you?"

Tony had a bullet wound. He shouldn't be driving around in a golf cart getting into trouble.

"Of course," he answered, almost offended. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're injured. What if you have to turn quickly and end up hurting yourself?"

Did no one but me think of the long-term injuries?

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," he said, flopping down the pair of sunglasses he had on the top of his head.

"Broadrick, he's a liability." I pointed at Tony.

"So are you, but we keep you around." He left the golf cart to stand between Tony and me. "Tony is on desk duty for a few more weeks. Right, Tony?"

The two men shared an expression I couldn't interpret, but it instantly annoyed me.

"You should put him in charge of watching the cameras. I'm sure that would keep him busy since you have so many on the island," I said and waited, hoping they'd confirm or deny my comment. If they agreed there were a lot of cameras, I knew to keep my eyes open.

Tragically, they ignored the topic completely.

"This is my first job working for someone else in over ten years. Let's not make it worse by making me sit behind a desk," Tony said. "This entire thing is going to be an adjustment."

"You'll do great," I said and patted him on the shoulder.

Tony was used to chasing down bad guys and tackling them on street corners. Or using me to break into their homes before he clobbered them into submission. Working with a bunch of rich people would definitely be a learning curve for him. Thankfully, he had me here to help him on his journey.

"Fuck yes," Tony said. "Of course, I'll do great. Did you think otherwise?"

Broadrick took my hand. "Come on, babe. Let's go before this turns bad."

"What? I was being supportive." That was my supportive face.

Broadrick and NB started back toward our room. "Let's be supportive somewhere else."

"They're nice golf carts, B. I just think you could dress them up a little," I said as he walked into the side door of the resort. I unlocked the room door when he reached it.

NB ran inside and jumped on the bed, did two circles, and plopped down. Island life had him expending so much energy he had to catch up with multiple mini naps throughout the day.

"This envelope came for you today," Broadrick said, pointing to the large manilla envelope on the bed.