t of the motorboat and ties it to the moorings while
Taylor directs me to come alongside. Very gently I ease the Jet Ski into
position beside the boat and line up beside him. His expression softens a
little.
“Just switch off the ignition, Mrs. Grey,” he says calmly, reaching for the
handlebars and holding out a hand to help me into the motorboat. I nimbly
climb aboard, impressed that I don’t fall in.
“Mrs. Grey,” Taylor blinks nervously, his cheeks pink once more.
“Mr. Grey is not entirely comfortable with you riding on the Jet Ski.”
He’s practically squirming with embarrassment, and I realize he’s had an
irate call from Christian. Oh my poor, pathologically overprotective
husband, what am I going to do with you?
I smile serenely at Taylor. “I see. Well, Taylor, Mr. Grey is not here, and if he’s
not entirely comfortable, I’m sure he’ll give me the courtesy of telling me
himself when I’m back on board.”
Taylor winces. “Very good, Mrs. Grey,” he says quietly, handing me my
purse.
As I climb out of the boat, I catch a glimpse of his reluctant smile, and it
makes me want to smile, too. I cannot believe how fond I am of Taylor, but I
really don’t appreciate being scolded by him—he’s not my father or my
husband.
Crap, Christian’s mad—and he has enough to worry about at the moment.
What was I thinking? As I stand on the dock waiting for Taylor to climb up, I
feel my BlackBerry vibrate in my purse and fish it out. Sadé’s “Your Love is
King” is my ring tone for Christian—only for Christian.
“Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi,” he says.
“I’ll come back on the boat. Don’t be mad.”
I hear his small gasp of surprise. “Um . . .”
“It was fun, though,” I whisper.
He sighs. “Well, far be it for me to curtail your fun, Mrs. Grey. Just be careful.
Please.”
Oh my! Permission to ha一ve fun! “I will. Anything you want from town?”
“Just you, back in one piece.”
“I’ll do my best to comply, Mr. Grey.”
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“I’m glad to hear it, Mrs. Grey.”
“We aim to please,” I respond with a gig
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