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CHAPTER 8

IT WAS GLORIOUS, as always.

Afterward, we lay together on a thick blanket in the middle of the cabin floor. The berths on either side were barely wide enough for one person to sleep on. Definitely not wide enough for two people to have amazing sex on.

So we’d learned to make do.

Over the past week, we’d been having a lot of sex on the Albatross . On the cabin floor. On the foredeck. In the cockpit. Morning. Noon. Night.

It was making my head spin.

I still hadn’t gotten used to my new body, let alone being treated like an object of desire—especially by a woman as stunning as Kira Sunlight. Even on the days when I’d hated her, I had been in awe of her. Back then, the thought that I could ever be with her like this seemed impossible.

Sometimes, it still did.

She was lying half on top of me, half asleep. I could feel her breathing. My forearm was hooked across her bare shoulder. Over the past few days, I’d noticed that the sun was turning my skin from its Chicago pallor to a reddish brown. Another step closer to the real Doc. The Man of Bronze.

Kira’s skin was still as pale as ivory, except for some pink on her cheeks and forehead. She didn’t tan. But she didn’t burn. It was like even her melanocytes were under her total control.

I ran my fingers across her back. Then I saw her eyes pop open.

“Do you hear that?” she said.

“Hear what?”

She pushed herself off me and grabbed her clothes.

Then I heard it, too.

The buzz of an outboard engine.