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in perspective, you know, just in case I ever get goofy ideas about settling down again.”
She couldn’t help smiling. He climbed onto the Alimony then held out his hand. If she’d been wearing anything else, she’d have refused his help, but in these god-awful shoes… She took his hand.
One quick motion and she stood in front of him, their faces inches apart. The steam from their breaths mingled and swirled. Even without the overhead lights from the gangway to provide illumination, there was no mistaking that look in John’s eyes. A fat raindrop splatted onto the bridge of his nose. Then one onto hers. They laughed and he pulled her onto the covered deck and opened the wood and brass-trimmed door.
“Wow,” she said, doing a slow spin, trying to take it all in. “This is beautiful.” Her gaze lit upon a small round table decked in white linen. On top was a single red rose in a crystal vase. The only lights were from candles scattered throughout the room. Soft piano music tinkled from unseen speakers.
John helped her off with her coat, his hands lingering on her shoulders. “Why do I feel like Daniel in the lion’s den?” she asked, stepping away from his touch and turning to give him an accusing look.
His smile faltered. “You don’t need to be nervous with me.”
“Who says I’m nervous?”
He shrugged. “I’m just saying this might seem isolated out here,” he swept his arm in an arc to encompass their surroundings, “but we’re not alone.”
“What? Are the munchkins going to pop out to welcome me to Munchkin Land or something?”
He smirked. “No munchkins, but there are a few people in the galley preparing our meal. So, you’re safe with me.” He looked almost disappointed.
She nodded her head in acknowledgment, thankful for his good manners.
He walked to a bar in the corner, where a chilled bottle of something sat in an ice bucket. “Champagne?”
She nodded. Dom Perignon . “Are you trying to impress me?”
“Is it working?”
She grinned. “I’ll let you know.”
He handed her a crystal goblet and watched as she sipped, her red lipstick leaving a delicate smudge on the rim. His gaze lingered on the pale, smooth column of her throat as she swallowed. “Well?”
She cocked her head back and forth a couple of times, her earrings swaying and catching the candlelight, and she smacked her lips. “Well, it’s not Asti Spumante, but it’ll do.” Her giggle was throaty and sexy. God .
She crossed to the window and peered into the darkness. He joined her and looked out at the bobbing boats nestled in their slips, the rain falling increasingly harder as they watched. Dizzying patterns of lights from the marina reflected in the choppy water. “You hungry?” he asked, dropping his eyes to the shadow between her breasts. His body tightened to a level of almost discomfort. He was starving . Being with her was like being on a deserted island with a ship in sight and no way to signal it.
“Mmm, yes.” She lifted her face and sniffed. “That smells delicious.”
John reached for a little silver bell next to the ice bucket and tinkled it. Within seconds, a man in a tuxedo came through a door beside the bar pushing a cart topped with two clear plates of salad greens and baby shrimp.
John led Sam to the table and pulled out her chair. After she was seated, he sat across from her. The waiter placed their salads in front of them then promptly disappeared. “Okay, I’m impressed,” she said.
John smiled. After they’d finished their salads, another tuxedoed man whisked their plates away and the first waiter returned with the cart. He pulled off the silver domes and placed the steaming meals in front of them. Grilled chicken, rice pilaf, and steamed asparagus.
Sam looked at her plate. “Mmm. You expect me to eat all this? If you think my dress is tight now…” She smirked.
“Just eat, beautiful, and enjoy. If your dress gets too tight—” he raised his brows, “we’ll
She couldn’t help smiling. He climbed onto the Alimony then held out his hand. If she’d been wearing anything else, she’d have refused his help, but in these god-awful shoes… She took his hand.
One quick motion and she stood in front of him, their faces inches apart. The steam from their breaths mingled and swirled. Even without the overhead lights from the gangway to provide illumination, there was no mistaking that look in John’s eyes. A fat raindrop splatted onto the bridge of his nose. Then one onto hers. They laughed and he pulled her onto the covered deck and opened the wood and brass-trimmed door.
“Wow,” she said, doing a slow spin, trying to take it all in. “This is beautiful.” Her gaze lit upon a small round table decked in white linen. On top was a single red rose in a crystal vase. The only lights were from candles scattered throughout the room. Soft piano music tinkled from unseen speakers.
John helped her off with her coat, his hands lingering on her shoulders. “Why do I feel like Daniel in the lion’s den?” she asked, stepping away from his touch and turning to give him an accusing look.
His smile faltered. “You don’t need to be nervous with me.”
“Who says I’m nervous?”
He shrugged. “I’m just saying this might seem isolated out here,” he swept his arm in an arc to encompass their surroundings, “but we’re not alone.”
“What? Are the munchkins going to pop out to welcome me to Munchkin Land or something?”
He smirked. “No munchkins, but there are a few people in the galley preparing our meal. So, you’re safe with me.” He looked almost disappointed.
She nodded her head in acknowledgment, thankful for his good manners.
He walked to a bar in the corner, where a chilled bottle of something sat in an ice bucket. “Champagne?”
She nodded. Dom Perignon . “Are you trying to impress me?”
“Is it working?”
She grinned. “I’ll let you know.”
He handed her a crystal goblet and watched as she sipped, her red lipstick leaving a delicate smudge on the rim. His gaze lingered on the pale, smooth column of her throat as she swallowed. “Well?”
She cocked her head back and forth a couple of times, her earrings swaying and catching the candlelight, and she smacked her lips. “Well, it’s not Asti Spumante, but it’ll do.” Her giggle was throaty and sexy. God .
She crossed to the window and peered into the darkness. He joined her and looked out at the bobbing boats nestled in their slips, the rain falling increasingly harder as they watched. Dizzying patterns of lights from the marina reflected in the choppy water. “You hungry?” he asked, dropping his eyes to the shadow between her breasts. His body tightened to a level of almost discomfort. He was starving . Being with her was like being on a deserted island with a ship in sight and no way to signal it.
“Mmm, yes.” She lifted her face and sniffed. “That smells delicious.”
John reached for a little silver bell next to the ice bucket and tinkled it. Within seconds, a man in a tuxedo came through a door beside the bar pushing a cart topped with two clear plates of salad greens and baby shrimp.
John led Sam to the table and pulled out her chair. After she was seated, he sat across from her. The waiter placed their salads in front of them then promptly disappeared. “Okay, I’m impressed,” she said.
John smiled. After they’d finished their salads, another tuxedoed man whisked their plates away and the first waiter returned with the cart. He pulled off the silver domes and placed the steaming meals in front of them. Grilled chicken, rice pilaf, and steamed asparagus.
Sam looked at her plate. “Mmm. You expect me to eat all this? If you think my dress is tight now…” She smirked.
“Just eat, beautiful, and enjoy. If your dress gets too tight—” he raised his brows, “we’ll
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