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them when she locked her gaze with his.
“Go for it,” she said, giving him the thumbs-up signal.
“Join me at the wheel.” Marco held out his hand. “You’ll be up on your sea legs faster if you take control.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve manned the helm,” Cassandra said, standing and holding the side rail for support.
She stepped toward him, then teetered slightly until he clasped her palm. “Easy does it.” Marco positioned her front of him. “Take the wheel.”
“I don’t know.” Cassandra’s voice wavered. “I might screw something up.”
A sharp pain stabbed behind his ribcage. Her vulnerability brought out a fierce desire to protect her from all the memories. “You won’t.” He guided her hand to the wheel. “Four years is too long to be separated from something you once loved.” He wanted to help Cassandra move beyond the day of the crash. Not only that, she made him want to be better than the man she had proposed to days earlier.
He wanted his wife to like him.
So they could be good in bed together, making babies, he reminded himself.
Marco helped Cassandra turn the Diablo east, toward the coast. In the distance he could make out the uneven shoreline, the white ocean caps caressing the sandy beaches and slapping against the outgrowths of rocks and cliffs.
A plane flew overhead, cutting a plume of white across the brilliant blue sky. Sea gulls cried while they hunted for their afternoon meal and fought each other for scraps along the coast. The cool ocean breeze carried a briny, salty scent, and lifted the edges of the sails Marco had wanted to release earlier.
“You’re doing great,” he said while they maneuvered the Diablo through a wide gap between two high cliffs.
Waves crashed against the rocky shoreline and her grip tightened on the wheel. “I’m afraid. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop feeling this way.”
“Fear is a good thing. The ocean is a dangerous mistress.” Marco bracketed her body with his, and her muscles relaxed until she melded her sweet bottom against his torso just right. Heat rushed to his groin and he grew uncomfortably hard. His tongue seemed glued to the roof of his mouth, but he dumped mental ice on his arousal and finally managed to speak. “She needs to be treated with respect.” And so did Cassandra.
“I learned that the hard way,” she said ruefully, then pointed. “Is that the cove?”
“ Si .”
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
As was Cassandra. Marco inhaled the feminine floral scent of her shampoo. So unlike the stuffed and starchy person she had presented to the world. So very unlike the woman she had transformed into after their shopping spree in Las Vegas. “And the waters are calm.” But his blood ran wild.
They rode silently into the cove. “I’m sorry I got sick,” Cassandra said.
“No need to apologize.” Up until today, Marco had credited himself for knowing everything about her family, but Cassandra’s defection from the regatta circuit had slipped beyond his radar. Briefly, he wondered what other secrets she carried.
“Your crew has covered well for you,” he said. “Three teams have won regattas all over the world with your designs.”
“It’s easy to use their anecdotal data to upgrade and retool my work. But I’d like to overcome my phobia.” Cassandra gazed at him over her shoulder. “I know I’ll extrapolate additional details that can refine my designs if I’m there for the final testing stages.”
Her determination impressed him. “You will.” He cut the engine. “Hold the wheel.”
“But…”
“The Diablo’s not going anywhere.”
He left her to drop the anchor and returned to find her smiling. “What is it?”
“I’m okay. I didn’t panic. For the first time in four years I didn’t freak out.” Her grin lit up her beautiful face and her eyes glowed. “Thank you.”
His heartbeat quickened and warmth filled his chest. “I knew you could do it,” he said,
“Go for it,” she said, giving him the thumbs-up signal.
“Join me at the wheel.” Marco held out his hand. “You’ll be up on your sea legs faster if you take control.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve manned the helm,” Cassandra said, standing and holding the side rail for support.
She stepped toward him, then teetered slightly until he clasped her palm. “Easy does it.” Marco positioned her front of him. “Take the wheel.”
“I don’t know.” Cassandra’s voice wavered. “I might screw something up.”
A sharp pain stabbed behind his ribcage. Her vulnerability brought out a fierce desire to protect her from all the memories. “You won’t.” He guided her hand to the wheel. “Four years is too long to be separated from something you once loved.” He wanted to help Cassandra move beyond the day of the crash. Not only that, she made him want to be better than the man she had proposed to days earlier.
He wanted his wife to like him.
So they could be good in bed together, making babies, he reminded himself.
Marco helped Cassandra turn the Diablo east, toward the coast. In the distance he could make out the uneven shoreline, the white ocean caps caressing the sandy beaches and slapping against the outgrowths of rocks and cliffs.
A plane flew overhead, cutting a plume of white across the brilliant blue sky. Sea gulls cried while they hunted for their afternoon meal and fought each other for scraps along the coast. The cool ocean breeze carried a briny, salty scent, and lifted the edges of the sails Marco had wanted to release earlier.
“You’re doing great,” he said while they maneuvered the Diablo through a wide gap between two high cliffs.
Waves crashed against the rocky shoreline and her grip tightened on the wheel. “I’m afraid. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop feeling this way.”
“Fear is a good thing. The ocean is a dangerous mistress.” Marco bracketed her body with his, and her muscles relaxed until she melded her sweet bottom against his torso just right. Heat rushed to his groin and he grew uncomfortably hard. His tongue seemed glued to the roof of his mouth, but he dumped mental ice on his arousal and finally managed to speak. “She needs to be treated with respect.” And so did Cassandra.
“I learned that the hard way,” she said ruefully, then pointed. “Is that the cove?”
“ Si .”
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
As was Cassandra. Marco inhaled the feminine floral scent of her shampoo. So unlike the stuffed and starchy person she had presented to the world. So very unlike the woman she had transformed into after their shopping spree in Las Vegas. “And the waters are calm.” But his blood ran wild.
They rode silently into the cove. “I’m sorry I got sick,” Cassandra said.
“No need to apologize.” Up until today, Marco had credited himself for knowing everything about her family, but Cassandra’s defection from the regatta circuit had slipped beyond his radar. Briefly, he wondered what other secrets she carried.
“Your crew has covered well for you,” he said. “Three teams have won regattas all over the world with your designs.”
“It’s easy to use their anecdotal data to upgrade and retool my work. But I’d like to overcome my phobia.” Cassandra gazed at him over her shoulder. “I know I’ll extrapolate additional details that can refine my designs if I’m there for the final testing stages.”
Her determination impressed him. “You will.” He cut the engine. “Hold the wheel.”
“But…”
“The Diablo’s not going anywhere.”
He left her to drop the anchor and returned to find her smiling. “What is it?”
“I’m okay. I didn’t panic. For the first time in four years I didn’t freak out.” Her grin lit up her beautiful face and her eyes glowed. “Thank you.”
His heartbeat quickened and warmth filled his chest. “I knew you could do it,” he said,
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