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“I have coffee. I brought drip and espresso. I didn’t know what kind you’d like, so I got both. The third cup has frothed milk, in case you want to make a cappuccino.”
She wasn’t human before coffee in the morning, but Adam shirtless might just change all that. He’d slung a towel over one muscular shoulder and wore plain blue swim shorts.
He looked delicious.
“You worked out?”
He smiled at her a little smugly.“Yeah, I went down to use the gym.”
The man exercised, even when on hiatus.“Calories and workouts don’t exist when I travel,” she informed him.
“I’ll make a note of that for next time.”
He was thinking of a next time?
“I’m going to hit the shower,” he said.
She reached for the espresso.“Thank you for the coffee.”
He nodded.“We’re going on a boat today. Wear comfortable shoes.”
She watched him disappear behind his door and shoved away erotic visions of him in that shower.
•
“What kind of boat is this?”
“Mainly a fishing boat. Viking 48 convertible.”
Viking. How fitting. Eve snorted softly so he couldn’t hear her. She let her gaze roam over the large boat’s graceful lines. The lettering on the bow readBoarding Pass.
“Do you fish often?” she asked.
“I used to, a lot, when I still had time for other hobbies.”
“Otherhobbies? Aside from what?”
“Flying. How many people have the good fortune to turn a hobby into a business? It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. And these days, I get to do a lot of it, although the office tedium unavoidably goes with it.”
“So, all you do is work?”
“Pretty much.”
Well, that sounded familiar.
“When I fly, though, I don’t see it as work. Ask any pilot, the vast majority will tell you the same thing. We love to fly, above all else.”
She tipped her head.“Was that a pun?”
He grinned.“Unintentional. I do still like to get on the water when I can. It’s a great change of scenery and a good way to relax.” He raised a brow.“Unless you get seasick. Do you?”
“I guess I’m about to find out.” She surveyed the boat.“She’s beautiful. Who owns her?”
“I do, along with four others. A friend of mine from college is running her today. He flew for Delta for a while until he decided that flying long-haul was—how did he put it?—like being stuck in a dark closet with a running vacuum cleaner. Now, he flies for FedEx. And speaking of the devil…”
A lanky, dark-haired man stood on the deck, a wide grin on his tanned face.“Well, look who finally turned up. Better late than never, but come on, Larssen, you’re four months late! You’ve never even seen your own boat!”
“I’ve been a little busy.”