And if something gets in my way, I’ve learned to
move it out of my way. Kennedy may not admit that she’ll be
mine again yet, but she will. I’ll see to it.
My cruise assistant, Karesh, is waiting for
us with the limo at the airport. He is capable, reliable and a
stickler for the details, which is a combination that I consider
mandatory for someone in his position. He knows how I like things
and he makes sure they are prepared in such a way, down to the
letter.
We quietly discuss all the arrangements as
everyone else chats on the way to Marina del Rey. He’s already
arranged for the smaller boat that will ferry us from there to
where the yacht is moored out in the deeper waters.
When the driver pulls up beside the dock, I
can see that the ferrying boat is already taking our luggage out to
the yacht.
Hemi comes to stand beside me, slapping me on
the back as he points out toward the yacht where it floats out in
the bay. “Is that the new yacht, bro?”
“No, the new one is registered in the
Caribbean. This is the second one I bought.”
Sloane steps up to stand beside Hemi, winding
her arms around his waist. After a few seconds she looks out in the
direction of the yacht, too. “Ohmigod, is that it? Is that the boat
we’ll be going to Hawaii on?” Her voice is dripping with
excitement.
“Yep, that’s it,” he tells her. She turns
shining eyes up at him and he gives her a quick kiss.
“This is gonna be awesome, baby!” she
beams.
He nods and kisses her forehead, the moment
turning suddenly intimate. I clear my throat and take a few steps
away. With perfect timing, the ferrying boat returns from the yacht
to retrieve us. I give my hands one loud slap. “Let’s load up so we
can get going,” I tell them, anxious to be on our way.
Karesh ushers Hemi, Sloane and Sig down the
dock to where the smaller boat waits. I look back for Kennedy who
is trailing behind. She’s walking slowly, staring out at the
horizon with a frown on her face.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
She says nothing at first, simply continues
to stare. Finally, she turns cloudy eyes to me. “That is your boat? The one I’ll be spending the summer on?”
“It is.”
“So this is what your life is like? I had no
idea.”
“This is just one of my businesses. This
isn’t where I live my life. It’s simply what I do.”
Kennedy’s eyes stare into mine. “In your
case, I think it’s pretty much the same thing, don’t you?”
She seems unhappy as she walks away. I don’t
quite know what to make of her commentary, so I let it go. No sense
in wasting time on things I can’t figure out or control. Especially
not when I need to put my energy toward the things that I can.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN- Kennedy
A pleasant yet quiet man named Karesh gives
us a tour of the yacht.
“This is Domani, the second of Mr. Spencer’s
three entertainment yachts.”
“What does that mean, ‘Domani’?” Sloane asks,
reading my mind.
“It means, ‘tomorrow’,” Karesh explains. “His
first is called ‘Ieri’ which means yesterday, and his newest is
called ‘Sempre’,” he finishes.
“Forever,” I whisper. I remember hearing the
Italian word somewhere, maybe from Malcolm. I think I remember him
saying his mother was born in Sicily, which would account for the
dark good looks of all the Spencer men.
We follow Karesh from one stunning space on
the yacht to another, all set against the backdrop of an endless
horizon and water as far as the eye can see. We’ve already left the
harbor and I had no idea we were even moving.
It’s more opulent than anything I’ve ever
seen. The accommodations include everything from a library and show
room, to a small swimming pool and gym. Although more compact, this
craft lacks nothing that any resort on land boasts. At least not
that I can see.
I wonder how I ever, in my young mind,
thought that Reese and I could have a future of any kind. We might
as well be from different planets. I mean, I
move it out of my way. Kennedy may not admit that she’ll be
mine again yet, but she will. I’ll see to it.
My cruise assistant, Karesh, is waiting for
us with the limo at the airport. He is capable, reliable and a
stickler for the details, which is a combination that I consider
mandatory for someone in his position. He knows how I like things
and he makes sure they are prepared in such a way, down to the
letter.
We quietly discuss all the arrangements as
everyone else chats on the way to Marina del Rey. He’s already
arranged for the smaller boat that will ferry us from there to
where the yacht is moored out in the deeper waters.
When the driver pulls up beside the dock, I
can see that the ferrying boat is already taking our luggage out to
the yacht.
Hemi comes to stand beside me, slapping me on
the back as he points out toward the yacht where it floats out in
the bay. “Is that the new yacht, bro?”
“No, the new one is registered in the
Caribbean. This is the second one I bought.”
Sloane steps up to stand beside Hemi, winding
her arms around his waist. After a few seconds she looks out in the
direction of the yacht, too. “Ohmigod, is that it? Is that the boat
we’ll be going to Hawaii on?” Her voice is dripping with
excitement.
“Yep, that’s it,” he tells her. She turns
shining eyes up at him and he gives her a quick kiss.
“This is gonna be awesome, baby!” she
beams.
He nods and kisses her forehead, the moment
turning suddenly intimate. I clear my throat and take a few steps
away. With perfect timing, the ferrying boat returns from the yacht
to retrieve us. I give my hands one loud slap. “Let’s load up so we
can get going,” I tell them, anxious to be on our way.
Karesh ushers Hemi, Sloane and Sig down the
dock to where the smaller boat waits. I look back for Kennedy who
is trailing behind. She’s walking slowly, staring out at the
horizon with a frown on her face.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
She says nothing at first, simply continues
to stare. Finally, she turns cloudy eyes to me. “That is your boat? The one I’ll be spending the summer on?”
“It is.”
“So this is what your life is like? I had no
idea.”
“This is just one of my businesses. This
isn’t where I live my life. It’s simply what I do.”
Kennedy’s eyes stare into mine. “In your
case, I think it’s pretty much the same thing, don’t you?”
She seems unhappy as she walks away. I don’t
quite know what to make of her commentary, so I let it go. No sense
in wasting time on things I can’t figure out or control. Especially
not when I need to put my energy toward the things that I can.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN- Kennedy
A pleasant yet quiet man named Karesh gives
us a tour of the yacht.
“This is Domani, the second of Mr. Spencer’s
three entertainment yachts.”
“What does that mean, ‘Domani’?” Sloane asks,
reading my mind.
“It means, ‘tomorrow’,” Karesh explains. “His
first is called ‘Ieri’ which means yesterday, and his newest is
called ‘Sempre’,” he finishes.
“Forever,” I whisper. I remember hearing the
Italian word somewhere, maybe from Malcolm. I think I remember him
saying his mother was born in Sicily, which would account for the
dark good looks of all the Spencer men.
We follow Karesh from one stunning space on
the yacht to another, all set against the backdrop of an endless
horizon and water as far as the eye can see. We’ve already left the
harbor and I had no idea we were even moving.
It’s more opulent than anything I’ve ever
seen. The accommodations include everything from a library and show
room, to a small swimming pool and gym. Although more compact, this
craft lacks nothing that any resort on land boasts. At least not
that I can see.
I wonder how I ever, in my young mind,
thought that Reese and I could have a future of any kind. We might
as well be from different planets. I mean, I
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