“Well, the boat is still afloat, so you must be good.”
He laughs. “The best, Butterfly.”
“Of course, you are.” I roll my eyes, smiling despite myself.
“Sailing runs in my blood. My grandfather taught my brothers and me. I took to it most, though.”
“I can see why you love it.” There is something freeing about sailing away from all your worries. Of course, you have to go back, but you choose when. “My family love camping. And by the way, Aunt says thanks for the wine collection.”
Levi glances at me and smiles. “She likes it?”
“She loves it. I’m saying thanks, too.” Knowing his taste, I don’t want to think about how much he must have spent.
“You’re welcome, Butterfly. When did you speak to your aunt?”
“Just before I saw you. The news of us has reached San Francisco. She wanted to know about my billionaire boyfriend.”
“Is that right? Hope you told her I’m taking real good care of you.”
I laugh. “I did.”
“What else did she say?”
“You’re invited to dinner.” I only say that to be playful.
“Then we should go.”
“You’d really do that?”
“Of course.” He looks up at the sails and shifts the rope in his hands.
“You’d fly to San Francisco just to have dinner with my family?”
He looks back at me. “Yeah. Just say when.”
He’s serious.
Levi steps closer and holds a hand out toward me. “Come here.”
Suspicion immediately fills me. “Why?”
“I’m teaching you.”
“That sounds dangerous. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Come on, you’ll be fine.”
My pulse betrays me with a silly little skip. I slide my hand into his and let him pull me to my feet.
He keeps hold of my hand as he leads me to the helm.
“What are you going to teach me?”
“This,” he says, resting one hand on the wheel. “Go on, touch it.”
I do.
He moves behind me before I can question him again.
