Sylvia was forced to concentrate on his report about the Santa Barbara group. Twice she found herself watching his lips move not hearing his words… remembering how his lips had felt against her body. With considerable dismay, she realized there was a hot dampness between her legs, and she flushed as she knew it came from her arousal.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t hear that, would you mind repeating.”

Shelton nodded and glanced down at his notes again. “I said you might think the group best suited to your purposes in Santa Barbara is one led by a couple named Liz and Ed Hunt. They own a yacht called the “Jolly Rogue”, and it would appear that some of the parties are held aboard the boat. They have a three-day party coming up over the long weekend next month, and they’re presently seeking two new couples.”

“How did you find all this out?” Shelton smiled. “Electronics.” “Can you think of any way of… of meeting them socially?”

The detective thought a minute, then pursed his lips and answered, “We could wait until the Hunts are on board some evening, take a water taxi out, get on board and dismiss the taxi, then claim that we’ve accidentally gotten on the wrong boat.”

Sylvia thought about it. The plan should work, would definitely work, if the Hunts had any social graces at all. The couple would invite them to have a drink while another taxi was en route. Then… well, they’d have to play it by ear from there. Finally she nodded. “All right. When shall we do it?”

Shelton shrugged. “We should infiltrate as soon as possible, if we’re going to be included in the three-day party.”

“This weekend?”

Shelton blinked; he actually seemed uncertain himself “We’ll have to register someplace as “Mr. and Mrs.,” in case the Hunts run a check on us.”