Page 42 of An Epic Voyage

“Good.You’d better think of me at other times, too, like when you need a wedding dress.Speaking of, how did things go with Mr.Tall, Blond, and Sexy?”

At Jordy’s description of Griffin, her whole body tingled.“Fine, but nothing happened, nor will it.I’ll be going home soon.”

“Now, Indy, let me teach you a thing or two about the intrinsic benefits of a hot, mutually satisfying fling.”

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Griffin’s eyes wereglued to the television streaming the latest weather report.It didn’t look good.A storm of catastrophic proportions, the meteorologists were proclaiming.The path was still uncertain, but the forecasters were now on record saying it would most likely head their way.They were almost to the island and far from Miami now.Maybe fortune would smile on them and it wouldn’t hit, but there would still be significant damage wherever it made landfall.

Griffin had planned to work out this morning, but one of the security guards had tripped going down the stairs and injured his ankle, so he’d taken his shift watching the monitors.It was a tedious job, which allowed his mind to wander.

Several times during the night, he’d almost gotten out of bed to knock on Indigo’s door.Something kept stopping him.He didn’t know if it was honor, decency, or what, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.Everything about her called to him.He was fiercely attracted to her.

It was a good thing they were arriving soon, so his thoughts would be occupied with his job.He wouldn’t have time to fantasize about stunning blondes with killer smiles—one in particular.

At least, that’s what he told himself.His body had other ideas, as evidenced by what it was doing right now as he watched her on the monitor, walking down the hall with Jordy.He had to turn away before he embarrassed himself in front of the other people in the room.

“How are we on time?”he asked the man tracking their progress.

“Estimated time of arrival is approximately thirty minutes.”

Griffin retreated to his room to gather his things, then he headed to the railing and watched as the island came into view.He had seen pictures, but they didn’t do it justice.He called Van Houten to let him know they were almost there.

The boat circumnavigated to the southwest side, where an enormous palm tree-lined pier waited for the yacht to dock.A two-story boathouse, made of the same materials as the primary residence, was off to one side.It contained several smaller boats and watercraft that the security team could use.Four men lived on the island year-round to ensure its safety.Griffin planned to meet with them soon.

The home itself loomed large, with a red terracotta tiled roof and light-gold stucco walls.It was a Mediterranean mansion.Everywhere you looked, there were tropical plants and blooming flowers.It would’ve looked idyllic if not for the churning clouds and ominous black sky.

The pier was long enough for the mega-yacht to pull alongside.Island workers waited to secure the bridge in place for the passengers to disembark.Griffin was the first off, and he helped get everything ready.

Indigo and Jordy appeared with their luggage.Griffin couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Dean.”

Someone tapped him on the back.He turned to see one of the other security personnel.

“What is it, Packer?”

“I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes.Didn’t you hear me?”

Dean.That was him.“Sorry.What do you need?”

“Do you want me to grab a couple of the other guys and bring the golf carts here for people to get to the house?”

That was something Griffin should’ve been on top of instead of ogling the passengers.“Yes.The yacht crew will stay on board.”

“Got it.”Packer took off.

“Hey, Griffin,” Jordy said as they reached him.

“Jordy, Indigo.”

“Hey,” she said.A gust whipped her hair around her face, and she tried to hold it back, but the wind was winning.

“Can we go to the house now?”Jordy wanted to know.

“Yes.Transportation will be here shortly.”

“The sky looks bad,” Indigo pointed out.