Unwilling to be separated from him.
Or her.
Them.
I meant what I said.
They are mine.
And I plan to do whatever’s necessary to keep us all alive.
Chapter 19
Salay
“I wanna drive the boat,” Zero playfully proclaims.
“No.”
“I wanna drive the boat.”
“No.”
His chin suddenly lands on my bikini top bearing shoulder.“I’m pretty sure I knowhowto drive it.”
“Because you practiced on a simulator?”
“A highly recommended simulator!”
“Recommended by who, Little One?”It’s impossible not to let the corner of my lips curl upward toward the lunch time sky.“Your internet friends?”
“One is a real-life harbormaster!”He exclaims in tandem with standing straight up once more.
“Not what they’re officially called.”
“Fine.He’s a real lifecapitaine de port de Sa Majesté.”
“You butchered that.”
“My French accent was impeccable!Garcia loves it!”
“You sound like Pepe Le Pew dubbedin French.”
“Who’s Pepe Le Pew?”
“Oh…” my head slowly shakes while guiding us to the left, “youdefinitelycan’t drive the boat now.”
Chuckles out of Garcia are instant.
“You’re lucky you’re too cute to just throw overboard.”
“Is that luck or skill?”our third teasingly taunts.
“You don’t have either,” I sassily state at the same time I meet his gaze over my shoulder, “so you might wanna choose sides wisely.”
“Unlike Zero,” he lovingly reaches out for the male’s hand, using it to tug him closer, “I did not wake up this morning and choose violence.”
“I didn’t either!”
