ine,
It is early evening as Christian, his hands still on mine,
steers us into the marina. There are lights winking from the
boats, reflecting off the dark water, but it is still light—a
balmy, bright evening, an overture for what is sure to be a
spectacular sunset.
A crowd gathers on the dockside as Christian slowly
turns the boat around in a relatively small space. He does it
with ease and reverses smoothly into the same berth we
left earlier. Mac jumps on to the dock and ties The Grace
securely to a bollard.
“Back again,” Christian murmurs.
“Thank you,” I murmur shyly. “That was a perfect
afternoon.”
Christian grins. “I thought so, too. Perhaps we can
enroll you in sailing school, so we can go out for a few
days, just the two of us.”
“I’d love that. We can christen the bedroom again and
again.”
He leans forward and kisses me under my ear.
“Hmm . . . I look forward to it, Anastasia,” he whispers,
making every single hair follicle on my body stand to
attention.
How does he do that?
“Come, the apartment is clean. We can go back.”
“What about our things at the hotel?”
“Taylor has collected them already.”
Oh! When?
“Earlier today, after he did a sweep of The Grace with
his team.” Christian answers my unspoken question.
“Does that poor man ever sleep?”
“He sleeps.” Christian quirks an eyebrow at me,
puzzled. “He’s just doing his job, Anastasia, which he’s
very good at. Jason is a real find.”
“Jason?”
“Jason Taylor.”
I remember when I thought Taylor was his first name.
Jason. It suits him—solid, reliable. For some reason it
makes me smile.
“You’re fond of Taylor,” Christian says, eyeing me
with speculation.
with speculation.
“I suppose I am.” His question derails me. He frowns.
“I’m not attracted to him, if that’s why you’re frowning.
Stop.”
Christian is almost pouting—sulky.
Jeez, he’s such a child sometimes. “I think Taylor
looks after you very well. That’s why I like him. He seems
kind, reliable and loyal. He has an a一vuncular appeal to
me.”
“Avuncular?”
“Yes.”
“Okay
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