Beauty and the Werewolf (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack) by Kristin Miller Page B

grasp the whole picture. You can appreciate the simple beauty of things…and remember not everything is as complicated as it seems when you’re in the middle of it.”
    As he said the last words, his voice deepened to a sexy rumble.
    Not everything is as complicated as it seems.
    Like what was happening between them? She wondered. Is that what he’d meant? Oh, but if he only knew…
    “Come on,” he said, and took her hand. His touch was warm and gentle, guiding her toward a massive silver yacht moored to the dock. It was luxurious and sleek. The most beautiful boat she’d ever seen. Three stories, from what she could tell, with an open area on top to lounge.
    He took her hand as it rested at her side. “All aboard, Miss Connelly.”
    “This is yours?”
    “I like being out on the sea. It’s calming.”
    He pulled her toward the ship as she picked her jaw off the floor. She’d been on a few boats in her life, but nothing like this. It was beyond elegant. Over the top.
    “It was the fastest yacht I could find on the market at the time,” he said as they stepped on board. “Powerful, too.”
    “Of course it is.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “Because you need the rush, right?”
    Nodding slowly, he led her up a narrow set of stairs to the upper deck. It was even more gorgeous up close. The whole ship was decorated in white and black, from the shiny flooring to the lounge cushions to the glass of the bar along the far side.
    “Do you take this out often?” she asked.
    “Not as much as I’d like, but it’s quiet on the water. A good place to reflect on what’s important.”
    Yeah, she bet.
    As she stood against the rail near the front of the ship, the crisp ocean wind rushed through her hair, and the floor trembled beneath her feet. She felt refreshed up here. Free, somehow. Being with Jack was an adventure like nothing else. It seemed as if she was always guessing with him. Constantly being taken on a wild ride. She’d only been in San Francisco for three days, and she’d already been to a museum, an underground werewolf fight club, wine country, and now this. And so much had changed within her, too. Last weekend, she hated anyone with the name MacGrath. Saturday and Sunday, she was intrigued, despite herself. And now, if she wasn’t careful, she might beg him to kiss her again.
    “Where are we headed, Captain?”
    “Oh, I’m not the captain.” The boat pulled away from the dock and headed into the bay. “At least not today.”
    On the shoreline, skyscrapers seemed to rise against the edge of the sea, before a backdrop of pristinely blue sky and rolling hills. And in the forefront, a giant Ghirardelli sign hung high, visible to passing boats in the bay.
    “If it’s all right with you,” he said, standing beside her, “we’re going to head out into the bay, sail around Angel Island, Alcatraz, and then maybe sweep under the Golden Gate.”
    “Whatever you want. I’m along for the ride.” Leaning over the rail as they headed out, she sighed. “So…how did you get involved with the black-and-white Van Gogh? The one in your office?”
    “Ah, another game of twenty questions.” He clasped his hands together as he leaned over the rail next to her. “When I heard it was stolen from the museum in Switzerland, I hired the Grady brothers to get it back.”
    “Do you have an investment in it?”
    “No.”
    “Then why spend so much money to get it back?” She frowned as she gazed out over the boxy white building in the center of Alcatraz. “Why get involved with people like the Gradys knowing full well how bad it would look if they got caught and ratted you out? I mean, you could’ve ended up someplace like this.”
    “Then it’s a good thing the prison’s been shut down for fifty-some-odd years.” He chuckled tightly. “I will admit the Gradys are not my favorite people to work with, but they get the job done. They’ve never failed an assignment I’ve given them.