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“Were you thinking about my vagina when you said that last part?”
“Always thinking about that pretty pink part of you, love.”
“Knew it.” She sips her drink, eyes on the shimmering horizon.
Monty and Kody return, and the four of us share a quiet meal on the sun deck.
As usual, Oliver went all out, preparing a spread of smoked salmon with capers and some kind of creamy white sauce drizzled over it. The salad looks like art with mixed greens, bright cherry tomatoes, and slivers of something purple, all topped with edible flowers. Yeah, flowers we can eat. Who knew?
Steak is the main course, seared perfectly with a crust that smells like heaven. It’s sliced thin, juices pooling on the plate, and served with tiny roasted potatoes and asparagus.
We eat mostly in silence, the only sounds the clink of cutlery and the occasional call of a gull or puffin.
Throughout the meal, Monty tries to be the brother, commenting on the weather or some idle bullshit. But every time he looks at her, the husband burns in his eyes.
He’s delusional if he thinks he can separate the two.
When we clear the dishes, he and Kody head down to the bridge to turn us back toward Sitka’s harbor.
I follow her to the railing, wrapping around her back and running a hand along the bare skin of her thigh. I fucking love how easy it is to access her body in this dress.
She leans her head back on my chest. “I’m going to stay on the yacht while you guys do your driving lessons. Rhett is meeting me—”
“No.”
“Leo.” She huffs. “If I go with you, you won’t be able to concentrate on driving. Learning involves hard braking, over-steering, near collisions…not the safest conditions for a passenger. But if I wait in the garage while you take turns driving, it’ll only make it harder for you to concentrate. You won’t be able to see me, and you’ll be worrying about someone snatching me, even with the guards nearby.”
“I’ll worry no matter what.”
“I know. But it’s safer for me to stay on the yacht. I won’t be out in public or wandering around in town. I won’t step one foot off the yacht. Rhett is coming to me, and I’ll have a security guard stay behind.”
“Both guards.”
“You need one with you. If you guys run into reporters—”
“You fucking serious? You think I need someone to protect me?”
“Don’t sound so insulted. You obviously think I need two guards to protect me.”
“Because…” I put my mouth at her ear and breathe, “Spaghetti arms.”
“Fuck off.” She jabs me in the gut with a pointy elbow, making me laugh.
That fires up both her elbows, which I quickly wrestle into submission.
“Shh. I’m just teasing you.” I nuzzle her neck. “Tell me about your boss.”
“He’s the Chief of Surgery. Medical degree from Harvard. Highly intelligent. Early forties. He’s a stand-up guy, Leo. Super nice.”
“Let me guess, he also volunteers at the local orphanage and rescues kittens in his spare time?”
“Nope. That’s his fatal flaw. No spare time. He’s married to his job. Lives alone. No domestic partners or close friends.”
“Yet he’s making time to see you.”
“Only because I’m in town, and the hospital is just over the bridge.”
“Bet he’s hoping for some details about your captivity.”
