fly?", quizzed Nicole. "What the fuck, that's weird."
"It's not weird. A lot of people are scared to fly," responded Lizzie wishing she had kept it to herself.
"I guess," said Nicole bending her leg to blow on her toes.
It was a bit odd that Mackenzie was afraid to fly. He had said there was a story behind it, and she wondered what it was. When he had spoken to her about sailing, it seemed like he viewed it as almost an extreme sport.
"Well, opera or not, I won't wait up for you this time," Nicole said with a smile.
19
Anderson turned and looked behind him. He had the strange feeling he was being followed, but he continued up the path to his house. He closed the door behind him and turned the deadbolt. He walked into the living room, and picked up a hardcover book from the floor. He placed it on a large stack near the couch and pulled a bottle of single malt scotch from a silver tray on the end table. The cork squeaked as it exited the bottle, and he poured himself a tumbler full of the brown liquid.
Spying another book on the floor, he reached down and placed it carefully on the stack. He had a cleaning lady that came in twice a month, but lived the life of an old bachelor.
He got up from the couch and grabbed his drink. Walking to his home office. He pulled out his keychain and slid a key into the door. Keeping the door of his home office locked was an old habit. There weren't many secrets kept here anymore, except one. He sat at his desk and thumbed through his keys until he found a small gold key about an inch long. He inserted the key into the top desk drawer and paused before twisting it. He removed the contents of the drawer, placing two file folders on the top of his desk. One folder was black with gold writing. The other folder was red and much thinner. He stared at them for a moment as though wary of the papers sitting before him. Placing the black folder to the side, he took another sip of scotch. Taking a long deep breath, he opened the red folder.
20
"So where are we headed," Lizzie asked James as he pulled away from her apartment in the Duesenberg.
"If it is alright with the lady, I know Mr. Steele wishes you to be surprised."
She was starting to get used to the fact that the only thing James ever revealed was perfect grammar.
Lizzie smiled as the Duesenberg began to pick up steam. After a few turns, it was clear they were headed towards the waterfront. As the car neared the water, Lizzie could see the deck of the huge ship where she and Mackenzie had met. It already seemed so long ago. The car reached the end of a long wharf, and Lizzie saw the masts of dozens of large sailing ships reaching towards the sky. The bright color of nautical flags and rich oiled teak adorned the rows of boats as they quietly tugged on their ropes and bobbed in their slips.
At the end of the dock was long and sleek sailboat with a hull that was so deep a color of blue, that it nearly looked black. It was one of the larger boats attached to the dock, and she could see it had one main mast towering upwards.
From below deck, a man emerged with a long length of rope. He caught a glance of Lizzie, and stopped to smile and wave.
She smiled as she took him in. Mackenzie's strong tan legs looked incredibly sexy in his sailing shorts. The wind held his polo shirt tight to his chest, exposing his wide shoulders and muscular stomach.
"This is amazing," Lizzie called loudly into the wind.
"Come on aboard," Mackenzie said smiling as he walked to the side of the ship.
He threw the length of rope below deck and reached for her hand, pulling her onto the boat.
"Do you sail this all by yourself," Lizzie said with a puzzled look on her face.
"No," said Mackenzie. "That's why I asked you to come," he said squeezing her hand and giving her a wink.
"Take a seat and make yourself comfortable," he said pointing to a horseshoe shaped seating area directly
"It's not weird. A lot of people are scared to fly," responded Lizzie wishing she had kept it to herself.
"I guess," said Nicole bending her leg to blow on her toes.
It was a bit odd that Mackenzie was afraid to fly. He had said there was a story behind it, and she wondered what it was. When he had spoken to her about sailing, it seemed like he viewed it as almost an extreme sport.
"Well, opera or not, I won't wait up for you this time," Nicole said with a smile.
19
Anderson turned and looked behind him. He had the strange feeling he was being followed, but he continued up the path to his house. He closed the door behind him and turned the deadbolt. He walked into the living room, and picked up a hardcover book from the floor. He placed it on a large stack near the couch and pulled a bottle of single malt scotch from a silver tray on the end table. The cork squeaked as it exited the bottle, and he poured himself a tumbler full of the brown liquid.
Spying another book on the floor, he reached down and placed it carefully on the stack. He had a cleaning lady that came in twice a month, but lived the life of an old bachelor.
He got up from the couch and grabbed his drink. Walking to his home office. He pulled out his keychain and slid a key into the door. Keeping the door of his home office locked was an old habit. There weren't many secrets kept here anymore, except one. He sat at his desk and thumbed through his keys until he found a small gold key about an inch long. He inserted the key into the top desk drawer and paused before twisting it. He removed the contents of the drawer, placing two file folders on the top of his desk. One folder was black with gold writing. The other folder was red and much thinner. He stared at them for a moment as though wary of the papers sitting before him. Placing the black folder to the side, he took another sip of scotch. Taking a long deep breath, he opened the red folder.
20
"So where are we headed," Lizzie asked James as he pulled away from her apartment in the Duesenberg.
"If it is alright with the lady, I know Mr. Steele wishes you to be surprised."
She was starting to get used to the fact that the only thing James ever revealed was perfect grammar.
Lizzie smiled as the Duesenberg began to pick up steam. After a few turns, it was clear they were headed towards the waterfront. As the car neared the water, Lizzie could see the deck of the huge ship where she and Mackenzie had met. It already seemed so long ago. The car reached the end of a long wharf, and Lizzie saw the masts of dozens of large sailing ships reaching towards the sky. The bright color of nautical flags and rich oiled teak adorned the rows of boats as they quietly tugged on their ropes and bobbed in their slips.
At the end of the dock was long and sleek sailboat with a hull that was so deep a color of blue, that it nearly looked black. It was one of the larger boats attached to the dock, and she could see it had one main mast towering upwards.
From below deck, a man emerged with a long length of rope. He caught a glance of Lizzie, and stopped to smile and wave.
She smiled as she took him in. Mackenzie's strong tan legs looked incredibly sexy in his sailing shorts. The wind held his polo shirt tight to his chest, exposing his wide shoulders and muscular stomach.
"This is amazing," Lizzie called loudly into the wind.
"Come on aboard," Mackenzie said smiling as he walked to the side of the ship.
He threw the length of rope below deck and reached for her hand, pulling her onto the boat.
"Do you sail this all by yourself," Lizzie said with a puzzled look on her face.
"No," said Mackenzie. "That's why I asked you to come," he said squeezing her hand and giving her a wink.
"Take a seat and make yourself comfortable," he said pointing to a horseshoe shaped seating area directly
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