“That’s okay,” he whispered into her ear.
“I think I have it now.”
He let go, and she held tight and started reeling.
“There you go. You’re a natural.”
She wished he hadn’t backed away from her. She liked the feel of his body heat. Not to mention the scent that surrounded her when he was near.
Like with Carly, the fish made a run after what felt like an eternity of reeling.
“Do you want someone else to take the rod?” Cap asked.
“No, I’m good.”
His warm smile encouraged her to keep reeling, sweaty palms and all.
When the fish got close to the back of the boat, Cap netted it, and when he handed it to her, she held the slimy bugger proudly as Morgan snapped a photo.
Cap informed her it was a salmon before he put it in the live well.
He spun around and smiled at her. “Nice work.”
“Thank you. And this is turning out to be a great day.”
“I aim to please.”
Preston reached for the rod. “I’ll reset the line.”
“I got this one. Why don’t you hop up top and take the wheel?” Cap said to his first mate.
The young man cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. “Drive?”
“Yes. You know how.”
“Okay.”
“I trust you won’t hit any other boats or tangle the lines.”
Preston climbed up the ladder.
It suddenly occurred to her that the entire time she reeled in the fish, nobody was driving the boat. How was that safe?
“You okay?” Cap asked. “You look a little peaked.”
“With both of you down here, nobody was driving the boat.”
Cap grabbed the small wand that dangled from a leather strap around his neck. “I was driving with this. It’s a remote. It’s all good.”
“Wow.”
“Oh shit! Cap, you better come up here.”
Without hesitation, Cap flew up the ladder.
“What in the hell?”
Chapter Three
