He disconnected the call and looked toward his boat to find Preston transferring the ladies’ bags from the dock to the boat. Then, from inside the boat, he stretched out a hand and, one by one, helped each woman board.
Two of the women peeled off their shirts without hesitation. Preston’s mouth fell open when he looked at the tall blonde woman in a skimpy bikini top.
Cap exhaled.
This trip was going to be trouble with a capital T.
Chapter Two
The tall, model-grade blonde smiled flirtatiously when Cap boarded the vessel. What she didn’t know was that her effort was wasted on him. She totally wasn’t his type. Not at all. In fact, he wasn’t remotely interested in a relationship right now. He cringed. Not since Blythe. The woman who’d captured his heart five years ago and then stomped all over it.
His gaze drifted to the jilted bride. He didn’t know her story, nor did he care to, but he felt bad for her and could relate, he supposed.
“Alright, ladies, are you ready?”
“You bet. I’m Carly,” the tall blonde said as she batted her eyelids at him while flipping her long strands over her shoulder.
Judging from the length and thickness of her eyelashes, they had to be fake.
“I’m Hailey,” the woman with short wispy hair said.
“I’m Morgan, and you already know Emma,” the third lady said.
Emma’s gaze hit the deck.
Guilt pricked him again. He couldn’t take back the crack about Jonathan being unlucky.
“How about a quick tour?” he said.
The four of them nodded and followed him into the cabin through the narrow door.
“Here’s the cabin. Come in here whenever you want or if you need to get out of the sun for a bit.”
“Okay,” Hailey said.
“The head, I mean bathroom, is through that door.”
He pointed to the small galley refrigerator. “There’s room in there if you have anything that needs refrigeration.”
Cap motioned for them to follow him back out of the cabin.
“Oh, and the life vests are stored in that bench seat,” he said.
“I hope we don’t need those. But, with my luck lately…” Emma’s voice trailed off.
No kidding. That was the last thing he wanted to use during this charter.
“We’ll get going then. I’ll need to pull into the marina and fuel up, then we’ll be on our way to the lake.”
Cap climbed up into the wheelhouse and throttled up.
It only took a couple of minutes to get to the fuel dock, which was less time than it took to fuel the boat.
He’d just passed under the Bayview Bridge when his cell phone buzzed.
The city dockmaster’s face popped up on the screen.
“Hello.”
