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Authors: Elisabeth Naughton
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the gate, cars were lined up, those of passengers who’d already bought tickets and were waiting to board the ferry that hadn’t yet arrived.
“How the hell do you plan to get through there?”
“With a lot of BS and my world-class boobs.”
When he shot her a look, she added, “The kiosks don’t work, and they don’t give out tickets anymore. Security has definitely waned the past few years. Passengers park in line and then wander out because the wait can be up to forty-five minutes. Normally, there isn’t even anyone in the booth, but today they’re obviously being more cautious.”
She’d clearly been in Seattle awhile. That thought didn’t settle his nerves. “So how—”
The warmth of her palm against his chest rather than the way she tugged on his shirt cut off his words. “Just play along.”
They waited in line until it was their turn, then stepped up next to the guard with the thin moustache manning the gate. Thankfully, their clothing had dried enough so they didn’t look like they’d just crawled out of the Sound. Eve turned a charming smile the Moustache’s way and waited as he focused on her breasts, squeezing her biceps at her sides, Zane noticed, to push them out even more.
No way the guard would fall for that.
Moustache stared a moment too long and, realizing his mistake, looked up at Eve’s face with a scowl. “Stamp?”
“Oh, we didn’t get one.” Eve’s brow furrowed, and she looked toward Zane, then back at the guard. “Were we supposed to?”
“Only stamped passengers allowed back through the gate.”
“In all the chaos, someone must have forgotten to stamp our hands.” She nodded toward the parked automobiles without looking. “That’s our baby-blue Volkswagen.”
She rattled off the Oregon license plate number, then stepped close and gripped Zane’s bad arm, right above the makeshift bandage, rubbing that delectable breast against his skin in the process. Pain shot through his arm, followed by a heat that felt way too damn good.
“We drove up from Eugene yesterday. We’re on our honeymoon. Davey here already got us in a little fender bender and dented the back wheel well when we parked over at Lake Washington to go jet-skiing, and it’s going to cost a fortune to fix. We’d hate to get stuck here in Seattle when we have a beach rental waiting for us. We just went to get a drink while we waited for the ferry. Can’t you make an exception just this once?”
Moustache frowned, and when Eve let go of Zane and pushed her breasts out again, his gaze dropped to her cleavage once more.
Dumbass. A major bombing only miles away and this guy had boobs on the brain instead of his fucking job.
Eventually, Moustache looked from her to the other guard, then nodded for him to go check the vehicle.
The ancient VW bug was parked six cars in, hard to see among the other vehicles. The second guard jogged over to look, then came back and nodded at Moustache. “Looks like they hit a pole. License matches.”
Moustache eyed her again, from her flip-flops to her bare midriff and tied shirt, hovering a little too long on her breasts once more. After several seconds’ hesitation, he reached for a stamp from the window counter behind him. “Hold out your hands. And the next time you come through, make sure you get stamped before you leave, or you won’t be allowed back in.”
Eve smiled a sickly sweet grin. “Thank you so much. You totally just made our day. Right, Davey?”
Zane worked for a smile but knew it came out more as a scowl. If she didn’t let go of his arm, he was going to scream. And if that guy leered at her breasts once more, he was gonna pop the bastard in the nose.
Eve tugged Zane through the gate and finally let go of his arm. “See? Told ya.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow and followed her out onto the dock. “Your talents are staggering.”
She leaned back against the hood of the VW while they waited for the ferry. “Photographic memory
“How the hell do you plan to get through there?”
“With a lot of BS and my world-class boobs.”
When he shot her a look, she added, “The kiosks don’t work, and they don’t give out tickets anymore. Security has definitely waned the past few years. Passengers park in line and then wander out because the wait can be up to forty-five minutes. Normally, there isn’t even anyone in the booth, but today they’re obviously being more cautious.”
She’d clearly been in Seattle awhile. That thought didn’t settle his nerves. “So how—”
The warmth of her palm against his chest rather than the way she tugged on his shirt cut off his words. “Just play along.”
They waited in line until it was their turn, then stepped up next to the guard with the thin moustache manning the gate. Thankfully, their clothing had dried enough so they didn’t look like they’d just crawled out of the Sound. Eve turned a charming smile the Moustache’s way and waited as he focused on her breasts, squeezing her biceps at her sides, Zane noticed, to push them out even more.
No way the guard would fall for that.
Moustache stared a moment too long and, realizing his mistake, looked up at Eve’s face with a scowl. “Stamp?”
“Oh, we didn’t get one.” Eve’s brow furrowed, and she looked toward Zane, then back at the guard. “Were we supposed to?”
“Only stamped passengers allowed back through the gate.”
“In all the chaos, someone must have forgotten to stamp our hands.” She nodded toward the parked automobiles without looking. “That’s our baby-blue Volkswagen.”
She rattled off the Oregon license plate number, then stepped close and gripped Zane’s bad arm, right above the makeshift bandage, rubbing that delectable breast against his skin in the process. Pain shot through his arm, followed by a heat that felt way too damn good.
“We drove up from Eugene yesterday. We’re on our honeymoon. Davey here already got us in a little fender bender and dented the back wheel well when we parked over at Lake Washington to go jet-skiing, and it’s going to cost a fortune to fix. We’d hate to get stuck here in Seattle when we have a beach rental waiting for us. We just went to get a drink while we waited for the ferry. Can’t you make an exception just this once?”
Moustache frowned, and when Eve let go of Zane and pushed her breasts out again, his gaze dropped to her cleavage once more.
Dumbass. A major bombing only miles away and this guy had boobs on the brain instead of his fucking job.
Eventually, Moustache looked from her to the other guard, then nodded for him to go check the vehicle.
The ancient VW bug was parked six cars in, hard to see among the other vehicles. The second guard jogged over to look, then came back and nodded at Moustache. “Looks like they hit a pole. License matches.”
Moustache eyed her again, from her flip-flops to her bare midriff and tied shirt, hovering a little too long on her breasts once more. After several seconds’ hesitation, he reached for a stamp from the window counter behind him. “Hold out your hands. And the next time you come through, make sure you get stamped before you leave, or you won’t be allowed back in.”
Eve smiled a sickly sweet grin. “Thank you so much. You totally just made our day. Right, Davey?”
Zane worked for a smile but knew it came out more as a scowl. If she didn’t let go of his arm, he was going to scream. And if that guy leered at her breasts once more, he was gonna pop the bastard in the nose.
Eve tugged Zane through the gate and finally let go of his arm. “See? Told ya.”
He wiped the sweat from his brow and followed her out onto the dock. “Your talents are staggering.”
She leaned back against the hood of the VW while they waited for the ferry. “Photographic memory
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