“Why.” He just stands there looking at me, waiting for my answer as to why I can’t stay out on this lake with him for more than an hour.
I’m like a deer in the headlights. I have no idea of what to say to him so I make something up. “Laundry, I have a lot of laundry to do.”
He laughs and moves back around to my side, slipping his arm around me again as he says, “I can help you do it, later on, tonight when I take you home. I’ve never done laundry before but with you, it might be fun.”
When he takes me home?
I have no idea what to say now. He can’t go back to my place. I can’t bring him into the kids’ lives yet. I never can, really. Just the way he drove us over here was a bit hard to take. He drives fast everywhere he goes. Like he’s trying to beat some time limit to get from point A to point B or something.
I’m sure he’s a real dare devil and the children can’t be subjected to that. Not when their parents died in a car wreck. That would be emotionally damaging to them.
Jude Hurst can be no more to me than a little secret side action. And even that will have to be kept in check. There cannot be any sex between us. Not ever. This man could make me fall for him so easily. I have to keep my guard up or I’ll get hurt.
I know I will!
“Here she is,” he says as he gestures to a very badass looking boat.
It’s white with canary yellow striping on it. A little canopy is pushed back I assume so he can drive it faster than the canopy would allow if it was up.
He walks onto the flat deck up front, taking me along with him. There are two little steps down into the main area of the boat. Four seats are in the front and one long seat goes across the entire back of the boat. It’s so long we could both stretch out on it and the canopy could be raised to make shade and a little privacy.
Oh, Lord! I’m already scoping out a place where we could have sex. What’s wrong with me?
Chapter 6
JUDE
For reasons I cannot fathom, Mercy seems to be trying to figure out reasons why she can’t hang out with me for much longer. She’s having fun. The smile hasn’t left her face very often at all. It can’t be because she’s bored or doesn’t like what we’re doing.
Maybe she just doesn’t like me.
Nah, that can’t be it!
There has to be something she’s hiding. Something she’s ashamed of.
Maybe she’s a hoarder and doesn’t want me to see her place. Maybe it’s not like that at all, maybe she’s a freaky chick who has a dungeon and likes to play the mistress part in kinky sex games with strange men.
Oh wait, that’s one of my fantasies!
Whatever it is, I will get to the bottom of it, because I’m keeping her all day and into the night. Whether she protests or not, she’s going to hang out with me until she gets past this weird thing she has about going back home all the time.
“Do you have pets, Mercy,” I ask to see if that might be why she wants to get back home so quickly.
She shakes her head, “No. Why? Do you?”
Well, that’s not why. “I have an old hunting dog I inherited from my grandfather who passed away a while back. So no pets huh?” I pull out of the boat slip and back up slow and easy.
She shimmies in the seat next to mine and seems a little nervous. “Where are the life jackets?”
“Look under your seat,” I tell her.
She looks and sees one of the orange life jackets there. “Oh, okay. That does look easy to get to if I need it. Have you ever wrecked a boat before?”
“No, I have not. I’ve been driving boats since I was just a kid. We have a yacht too. There’s a captain for it but he lets us all try our hand at driving it when we want to,” I say as I start to pull away from the marina.
The lake is smooth as glass this morning. The air is warm and the sun feels amazing.
“I don’t suppose you have sunscreen onboard, Jude,” she says,
“No,” I say then wish like hell I did have some.
“See, we can’t stay out long or I’ll
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