Leah continues. “You say he was pissed at you in the music room, but he was nothing but friendly to us when we left. It sounds more like that other guy you saw was pissed. Yet out of everyone, you know who has the right toreallybe pissed?”
I look at her, shaking my head.
She points to herself. “Me. I should. But I’m not. The reason I’m not is because the universe wants us to have a good time. It’s like someone somewhere knows exactly why we’re here, and they want us to have the trip of the century. We have a guardian angel, and he is making sure we’re okay.”
I really like the idea of our guardian angel.
“Ems, yesterday was awesome. We fell into the sea. We were on a crazy sick yacht. When we go home, we are going to have the best story to tell. And now this man, who has a big heart and a hell of a lot of money, has invited us to finish our tour. He didn’t even say he would be there. The note only said that a boat would be waiting for us at the marina. So put on a smile and grab that godforsaken fanny pack, because we are going on that boat!”
Damn—little sister knows how to prove a point.
Looks like we’re going on a boat ride.
Safe to say I’ll be leaving the fanny pack at home.
When I finish my coffee we walk down the stone steps to the marina. This time, we go into each of the shops and look around at the various items for sale. It’s for the best we don’t have any money, because we would spend way too much buying tourist items for our family. Even though we aren’t buying anything, Leah thinks it will be fun to get silly and try on the T-shirts, scarves, and fedoras that are on display.
It is a hot day, the sun beating down, warming the skin. Tourists are wearing big floppy hats and sunglasses. I kick myself for leaving mine in the room.
Leah and I make it the dock of the marina promptly at twelve o’clock and follow the instructions on the note as to where we should meet.
Even if we didn’t have instructions we would have been able to figure out where we needed to go quickly. Amongst the older sailboats and motorboats is a very modern speedboat of black and silver, standing out like a supermodel in an old-age home. There is no ignoring the sleekness, newness, and absolute beauty of it. It looks like a bullet with its long, curved bow and is accented with see-through black glass and chrome.
The boat Devon drove yesterday was really nice but this piece of nautical transportation is down right sexy.
Sexy.
Sexy.
Sexy.
And I am no longer talking about the boat.
chapter SIX
Leah must have the same reaction because she gasps out loud, and grabs my arm. We both halt as a man appears, climbing up from the inside cabin. He has on a black crew-neck shirt and light gray shorts. His blond hair is perfectly styled back, accentuating his prominent cheekbones and square jaw.
His arms flex out as he reaches around the captain’s chair and checks the instruments on the dashboard. His back muscles come into full view through the thin material of his shirt and I get an eyeful of something I hadn’t seen yesterday. A perfectly defined ass.
He turns around just in time to see Leah and I gawking at him. My only saving grace is he wearing dark sunglasses that cover those golden eyes.
Leah turns her back to the boat and stands so close to me her shoulder rubs against mine. Leaning into my ear she asks, “Is that the guy you met yesterday?”
I nod my head yes.
“The one who was mad you were in the music room?”
I nod my head yes, again.
“And yesterday was the first time you ever saw him?”
I nod my head yes, again, even though it’s a ridiculous question.
The bow of her mouth puckers out and she looks down as if trying to work something out. She opens her mouth and then closes it again before looking at me. It’s for the briefest of moments, yet it feels like she’s studying me for an eternity.
“Okay, then.” With a nod, Leah turns around and faces the boat, pulling my hand up to the stern. “Hello! I’m Leah.”
Asher steps forward and meets us by the back of the boat. He gives Leah a polite nod and then turns his face toward me. I can feel his gaze drilling me through those damned glasses.
