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Zealand again.”
“You couldn’t find anywhere else to set up your computer?”
“Not with a router.” The left corner of his mouth tipped up. “Sorry.”
He looked anything but.
“I just shut down your computer and moved your stuff.” Storm raised an eyebrow and smirked as he eyed her pile of bras and panties.
“Pervert,” she mouthed over Nicki’s head.
“No, if I were, I’d be wearing or collecting them. I just pictured you wearing them. That’s just a healthy-guy thing.”
Oblivious to their grown-up exchange, Nicki tugged on Storm’s hand. “Show Bree. Do it again. Please, Storm.”
“Okay.” He sat in Bree’s chair as if he owned the place. But then Storm had always looked as if he owned whatever space he took up. Damn him. He’d always had that indefinable quality that made people step aside when he walked into any room, but not in fear. Storm Decker just moved within an impenetrable bubble. She was certain if he stood before the Red Sea, God would come down and part the waters. He was just that kind of man. She’d spent her life watching other men, waiting to find anyone with that ability. She never had. Maybe she needed to get out more.
Storm clicked a few buttons, and the planet Earth took up the big screen. The United States was outlined on the globe; then it rolled across to the Pacific and down to the tiny-looking islands that made up New Zealand.
“Isn’t that cool?” Nicki bounced beside Storm.
He glanced at Nicki and grinned—his face as bright as morning sunshine. He typed in an address, and a harbor with a boatyard and docks filled the screen.
“Your home?” Bree had always wondered where he lived. The high-rises beside the harbor with million-dollar views would suit him. All she knew was that they must cost a pretty penny.
“My office. Here’s the view from my desk.” He clicked on something else, and a photo filled the screen with a breathtaking view of hundreds of sailboats filling slips, others sailing, and a beautiful bridge in the distance.
“Not too shabby. It’s a wonder you get any work done at all.” It was a far cry from Red Hook; even now, as much as Red Hook had improved, the two places were in different hemispheres—literally and figuratively. No wonder he couldn’t wait to get back and be able to look at that view every morning when he went to work. She couldn’t imagine living in a place so beautiful, so perfect. “You’ve really made something of yourself. You must be proud.”
Storm did his one-shoulder shrug she’d seen since the first day she’d met him. The man never could take a compliment.
“Did you build all those boats, Storm? Pop says you draw them and then somebody else builds them.”
He opened up another file. “Here are some of the boats I’ve designed.” A slide show of 3-D graphics of hulls flew across the screen. She didn’t really know what she was looking at, so she looked at Storm instead. “Impressive,” Bree murmured.
“Awesome. You made all those boats?” Nicki whispered.
“I designed them and worked with the boat builders, but I’m not the one building them.”
“You must be really good at drawing then, huh?”
“Most of the drawing is done on the computer, but yeah, I hold my own with a pencil. I like to sketch ideas before I draw them on the computer and see if they’ll work.”
“Will you teach me how to do that?”
Storm’s eyebrows rose, and he speared Bree with a look as if he were asking permission or direction tinged with a healthy dose of fear. Fear of what? Was he afraid of spending time with Nicki, or was he afraid that she’d say no?
Bree put her hand on her hip and tugged on Nicki’s ponytail. Nicki’s eyes met Bree’s as she leaned into Storm. “You left your sketch pad and markers in the restaurant when you disappeared—which is against the rules. You need to tell me where you’re going. I freaked when I came out of the office and saw you were missing.”
“You were
“You couldn’t find anywhere else to set up your computer?”
“Not with a router.” The left corner of his mouth tipped up. “Sorry.”
He looked anything but.
“I just shut down your computer and moved your stuff.” Storm raised an eyebrow and smirked as he eyed her pile of bras and panties.
“Pervert,” she mouthed over Nicki’s head.
“No, if I were, I’d be wearing or collecting them. I just pictured you wearing them. That’s just a healthy-guy thing.”
Oblivious to their grown-up exchange, Nicki tugged on Storm’s hand. “Show Bree. Do it again. Please, Storm.”
“Okay.” He sat in Bree’s chair as if he owned the place. But then Storm had always looked as if he owned whatever space he took up. Damn him. He’d always had that indefinable quality that made people step aside when he walked into any room, but not in fear. Storm Decker just moved within an impenetrable bubble. She was certain if he stood before the Red Sea, God would come down and part the waters. He was just that kind of man. She’d spent her life watching other men, waiting to find anyone with that ability. She never had. Maybe she needed to get out more.
Storm clicked a few buttons, and the planet Earth took up the big screen. The United States was outlined on the globe; then it rolled across to the Pacific and down to the tiny-looking islands that made up New Zealand.
“Isn’t that cool?” Nicki bounced beside Storm.
He glanced at Nicki and grinned—his face as bright as morning sunshine. He typed in an address, and a harbor with a boatyard and docks filled the screen.
“Your home?” Bree had always wondered where he lived. The high-rises beside the harbor with million-dollar views would suit him. All she knew was that they must cost a pretty penny.
“My office. Here’s the view from my desk.” He clicked on something else, and a photo filled the screen with a breathtaking view of hundreds of sailboats filling slips, others sailing, and a beautiful bridge in the distance.
“Not too shabby. It’s a wonder you get any work done at all.” It was a far cry from Red Hook; even now, as much as Red Hook had improved, the two places were in different hemispheres—literally and figuratively. No wonder he couldn’t wait to get back and be able to look at that view every morning when he went to work. She couldn’t imagine living in a place so beautiful, so perfect. “You’ve really made something of yourself. You must be proud.”
Storm did his one-shoulder shrug she’d seen since the first day she’d met him. The man never could take a compliment.
“Did you build all those boats, Storm? Pop says you draw them and then somebody else builds them.”
He opened up another file. “Here are some of the boats I’ve designed.” A slide show of 3-D graphics of hulls flew across the screen. She didn’t really know what she was looking at, so she looked at Storm instead. “Impressive,” Bree murmured.
“Awesome. You made all those boats?” Nicki whispered.
“I designed them and worked with the boat builders, but I’m not the one building them.”
“You must be really good at drawing then, huh?”
“Most of the drawing is done on the computer, but yeah, I hold my own with a pencil. I like to sketch ideas before I draw them on the computer and see if they’ll work.”
“Will you teach me how to do that?”
Storm’s eyebrows rose, and he speared Bree with a look as if he were asking permission or direction tinged with a healthy dose of fear. Fear of what? Was he afraid of spending time with Nicki, or was he afraid that she’d say no?
Bree put her hand on her hip and tugged on Nicki’s ponytail. Nicki’s eyes met Bree’s as she leaned into Storm. “You left your sketch pad and markers in the restaurant when you disappeared—which is against the rules. You need to tell me where you’re going. I freaked when I came out of the office and saw you were missing.”
“You were
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