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because of it.
"I love sailboats," she told him, meeting his eyes with hers. "I mean, yachts and speedboats and everything else are fine, but it's sailboats and ships – real, actual ships – that are the best kind. You feel this whole sense of accomplishment; it's just you and Mother Nature working together to get to your destination."
Dixon smiled at her, surprised by her evaluation. "I agree," he told her. "I don't think it counts if you're on any other vessel other than something you actually have to do manual labor on, and steering a wheel doesn't count."
The two hopped on the sailboat which was relatively small. Besides the two of them, they could probably fit two, maybe four more people maximum. Neither of them seemed to mind the size. Oddly enough, the two worked incredibly well together, unfurling the sail and getting out of the harbor and into the actual ocean.
While Gemma looked at the sea as though it was the first time she had seen it, Dixon looked at Gemma, almost in a new light. There was something remarkably endearing about the way she spoke, the way she looked at the sea the boat was sailing on, and she definitely knew her way around a boat. In fact…
"I've never met a girl who had as much passion about all things relating to the ocean besides you," he stated. Though his voice was crisp, it was not condescending. He was serious.
Gemma turned her head away from the ocean and looked at him. Her expression was enigmatic but her cheeks were tainted red. "Then you haven't met many women," she told him as flatly as she could, but her voice wavered, indicating to him that his words meant more to her than she was letting on.
He smiled at that. Yet another thing the two shared in common; pride.
"How do you know so much about boats and ships and whatnot?" he asked, deciding to change the subject, if only slightly.
"When I was a kid, my parents owned a sailboat, and they both loved it, especially my dad," she explained, though her eyes refused to look at him. "We would go out practically every day in summer and my dad would teach me everything he knew about boats, the ocean, even pirates. His passion kindled my own. But as I got older, we stopped going as much. Things came up, we were too busy… But I never got tired of it." She looked at him then, and he practically fell over upon seeing that she was looking at him with what appeared to be a shy look. "So thank you again. For this. It brings up fond memories."
It took Dixon a couple of minutes to respond only because he wasn't sure what to say. "My pleasure," he finally murmured, and when he said it, he actually meant it.
Chapter 12
The invitations had been sent out yesterday. It was official. Dixon was getting married to Gemma Harrison in a manner of months and after that, who knew? There was really nothing he wouldn’t do for his job, it would seem. An ironic smile touched the corners of his lips, and as he flipped through the newspaper, he thought about his current predicament. He had never actually thought about getting married to anybody, not even Eva. Of course he cared about Eva and had considered a proposal, but he never really thought about what marriage meant. Such a big commitment? Dixon had never been a fan of that, despite the fact that he was quite dedicated to his career. And yet here he was, doing his job that proclaimed he was getting married.
The invitations had been sent to his family down in Deep Creek, even to his old partner at Atlanta’s FBI base, his boss, anyone he knew down there. Brent Harrison had not wanted to leave any stone unturned when it came to his daughter's fake big day. He idly wondered what Brent and Carlene would be doing if Gemma were really getting married. The thought amused him more than anything, and he chuckled at it. Gemma would probably crush their dreams of having a big wedding, although he didn't doubt that Brent would get excited upon hearing his daughter wanted to get married on an old fashioned
"I love sailboats," she told him, meeting his eyes with hers. "I mean, yachts and speedboats and everything else are fine, but it's sailboats and ships – real, actual ships – that are the best kind. You feel this whole sense of accomplishment; it's just you and Mother Nature working together to get to your destination."
Dixon smiled at her, surprised by her evaluation. "I agree," he told her. "I don't think it counts if you're on any other vessel other than something you actually have to do manual labor on, and steering a wheel doesn't count."
The two hopped on the sailboat which was relatively small. Besides the two of them, they could probably fit two, maybe four more people maximum. Neither of them seemed to mind the size. Oddly enough, the two worked incredibly well together, unfurling the sail and getting out of the harbor and into the actual ocean.
While Gemma looked at the sea as though it was the first time she had seen it, Dixon looked at Gemma, almost in a new light. There was something remarkably endearing about the way she spoke, the way she looked at the sea the boat was sailing on, and she definitely knew her way around a boat. In fact…
"I've never met a girl who had as much passion about all things relating to the ocean besides you," he stated. Though his voice was crisp, it was not condescending. He was serious.
Gemma turned her head away from the ocean and looked at him. Her expression was enigmatic but her cheeks were tainted red. "Then you haven't met many women," she told him as flatly as she could, but her voice wavered, indicating to him that his words meant more to her than she was letting on.
He smiled at that. Yet another thing the two shared in common; pride.
"How do you know so much about boats and ships and whatnot?" he asked, deciding to change the subject, if only slightly.
"When I was a kid, my parents owned a sailboat, and they both loved it, especially my dad," she explained, though her eyes refused to look at him. "We would go out practically every day in summer and my dad would teach me everything he knew about boats, the ocean, even pirates. His passion kindled my own. But as I got older, we stopped going as much. Things came up, we were too busy… But I never got tired of it." She looked at him then, and he practically fell over upon seeing that she was looking at him with what appeared to be a shy look. "So thank you again. For this. It brings up fond memories."
It took Dixon a couple of minutes to respond only because he wasn't sure what to say. "My pleasure," he finally murmured, and when he said it, he actually meant it.
Chapter 12
The invitations had been sent out yesterday. It was official. Dixon was getting married to Gemma Harrison in a manner of months and after that, who knew? There was really nothing he wouldn’t do for his job, it would seem. An ironic smile touched the corners of his lips, and as he flipped through the newspaper, he thought about his current predicament. He had never actually thought about getting married to anybody, not even Eva. Of course he cared about Eva and had considered a proposal, but he never really thought about what marriage meant. Such a big commitment? Dixon had never been a fan of that, despite the fact that he was quite dedicated to his career. And yet here he was, doing his job that proclaimed he was getting married.
The invitations had been sent to his family down in Deep Creek, even to his old partner at Atlanta’s FBI base, his boss, anyone he knew down there. Brent Harrison had not wanted to leave any stone unturned when it came to his daughter's fake big day. He idly wondered what Brent and Carlene would be doing if Gemma were really getting married. The thought amused him more than anything, and he chuckled at it. Gemma would probably crush their dreams of having a big wedding, although he didn't doubt that Brent would get excited upon hearing his daughter wanted to get married on an old fashioned
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