Page 163 of Savage Suit

“No. Come. If Logan and I go and you’re alone, you’ll only think about shit best left alone.”

“Fuck, Ryan, unless my brain is carved out of my fucking head, I’m going to think. That’s the way intellect works. The difference is what is on your mind.”

“How about this?” Noah inserted. “You two stay on the yacht.”

“Yacht?” Quinn and I chorused.

Noah nodded. “Inherited from my father and not sold because Nicholas uses it regularly.”

My sister and I exchanged glances while Noah continued.

“The dive master, Logan, and I will dive. However—” He’d given a meaningful look to Quinn. “Reid will have to come.”

“I can ignore his ass. I’ve never been on a private yacht before and I’m not missing this opportunity because of him.”

“You’ve never been on any yacht before,” Logan retorted.

Folding her arms, she’d sniffed. “I’d prefer shopping.”

Instead of responding, I’d sent them inside my apartment so I could give Noah a proper goodbye. The kiss had been everything. I’d hated to leave his arms.

As in so many other instances, I’d underestimated what Noah meant by yacht. My vague definition was recreational boats with sleeping and observation areas. It wasn’t something bigger than my apartment with a crew of six, a captain, and too many luxuries and amenities to count.

For once, even Quinn had been speechless. When Noah, Logan, and the dive master, whom Noah referred to as Lemon, went for their dive, Reid had remained on deck, and the two spa attendants Noah hired had pampered Quinn and me.

By the time the dive ended, Quinn and I had had snacks and champagne.

“I need a word with you, Ryan?” Noah had said. Once I’d followed him to the master cabin, he’d dragged me to the shower, then fucked my brains out on the bed.

Dinner was relaxed and fun, an experience I wouldn’t forget, especially as the sun set. When we docked, Noah directed Reid to take Quinn and Logan home. He’d come to my house and left early this morning, since he hadn’t brought clothes.

Now, Monday brought me back to reality. Preparations for Wednesday’s meeting with the Amage brothers would be in high gear. I had a plethora of last-minute details to attend, the most important being a name for the cologne to honor Noah’s mother. Things were at a crucial stage. If I didn’t supply a name in the next two or three days, my deadline was fucked.

Yet, instead of any of the above being my chief priority, I was nervous.

“Ryan! You startled me,” Mrs. Mikes said, coming from the direction of my office. “I was lost in thought.”

“So was I,” I admitted wryly.

“It’s Monday,” she said. “How was your weekend?”

Heat crept into my cheeks, and I adverted my gaze. “Lovely,” I said, and bit my lip.

She grinned. “It’s like that, is it? Met someone special and spent it with him? Nothing like a new romance.”

“I…I…maybe. It’s complicated.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Since Megan’s leave of absence, uhfiring, Mrs. Mikes was much nicer. But I didn’t want her invading my personal life. It was too uncertain. I started down the hall, toward Noah’s office. “I better get in there.”

“Mr. Keegan hasn’t arrived yet,” she said breezily. “An emergency came up, but Reid wants to talk to you. I’ll tell him you’ve arrived so he can meet you in your office.”

Whatever held Noah up wasn’t my business. In my office, I opened my presentation file on my computer and stared at the screen, unable to concentrate, thinking of Noah.

Reid knocked once and opened my door.

“Yes, Reid, of course you can enter,” I said sarcastically. “Thank you for waiting for my direction.”