what I meant was, I picked up the phone and called my friend who is a chef, and asked him to prepare three meals that could be reheated in my boat's oven. All by myself."
"Oh Adam, you little—"
"Hey, I picked them up from his restaurant by myself too. I'm a pretty self-sufficient guy, don't you think? Hey, watch this. I'm going to get dinner ready." He reached behind her to switch on the oven. "Just call me MacGyver."
He dodged her playful slug.
While the scent of the Italian dish filled the space, Adam slipped his board shorts back on, but refused to allow her to change out of his tee shirt.
"I don't think I'll be able to wear it again without a raging hard-on after today." He rubbed circles into her back through the shirt. "But this is worth it."
They joked and laughed through dinner. Forsaking plates, they just hunched over the big aluminum pan, fighting over bites of chicken or the juiciest looking carrots. He poured them each a glass of wine, and she watched the moon rise from a most comfortable place on his lap where he sat on a fabric sling-backed deck chair.
"The boat isn't making you sick?" His breath tickled her eyelashes, and the rumble of his words sounded even more musical when she had her ear pressed against his chest.
Jade had his hand in hers, tracing each line in his palm, wishing she knew how to read the story behind each crevice. "No, it's very soothing."
"You might change your mind if the wind picks up." He tightened his free hand around her waist and pressed another kiss on her forehead.
"I trust MacGyver to keep me safe." She felt his smile against her forehead.
"We're not that far out. If it gets too bad we can just head back in."
"Mm, then I'll pray for good weather." She kissed his palm, then ran her tongue along the deepest groove.
"Me too. I love having you all to myself like this."
"I won't want to go to work on Monday, that's for sure."
When he didn't respond, she again wondered about his profession. She adopted a casual tone, and tried something. "How about you? Don't you just love Mondays?"
"The days of the week don't matter much to me. Sometimes I'm at work at two in the morning on a Sunday."
She sighed. "Are you ever going to tell me what you do?" She hated the pouty words, but she hadn't tried this approach, maybe it would work. She stuck out her lower lip. This always worked on her brothers.
"I think you're going to figure it out pretty soon." He held her close. "I promised Dean I'd tell you before this weekend is over."
"Dean knows?" She sat up to face him. "And he didn't tell me?" It couldn't be bad, if Dean didn't try to stop her from spending the weekend with Adam. It couldn't be too exciting either, or Dean would have made it a point to tell her. "Wait a minute…you told Dean before you told me?"
"I didn't tell him. He guessed."
She looked Adam over. Did she miss something? "How did he guess that fast?"
Adam shrugged. "Maybe he's just smarter than you."
"Adam!" She planted her fists on her hips. Oh he did not just say that.
With that sexy laugh, he pulled her back into his arms, her cheek against his nipple. "Jade, I'll tell you right now if you want me to." He smelled good . "But I wanted to spend this weekend without worrying about it."
"I shouldn't be worried that you're hiding it from me?" She circled his nipple with a middle finger, watching it grow to a stiff peak before her eyes. "You know I won't care if you're a fast-food burger flipper, roadie, or key grip best boy…or whatever they call it."
"That's good to know, but you aren't even close. You don't need to worry. What I do is legal, moral, ethical, and decent. It affects most aspects of my life—a big part of who I am, but I really do own my own car, and this boat, and even my own house." He sighed, and rubbed her bent arm. "But most people see my occupation as me, and vice versa. I just want you to know who I am before I throw that into the mix."
"I already know what kind of man you
"Oh Adam, you little—"
"Hey, I picked them up from his restaurant by myself too. I'm a pretty self-sufficient guy, don't you think? Hey, watch this. I'm going to get dinner ready." He reached behind her to switch on the oven. "Just call me MacGyver."
He dodged her playful slug.
While the scent of the Italian dish filled the space, Adam slipped his board shorts back on, but refused to allow her to change out of his tee shirt.
"I don't think I'll be able to wear it again without a raging hard-on after today." He rubbed circles into her back through the shirt. "But this is worth it."
They joked and laughed through dinner. Forsaking plates, they just hunched over the big aluminum pan, fighting over bites of chicken or the juiciest looking carrots. He poured them each a glass of wine, and she watched the moon rise from a most comfortable place on his lap where he sat on a fabric sling-backed deck chair.
"The boat isn't making you sick?" His breath tickled her eyelashes, and the rumble of his words sounded even more musical when she had her ear pressed against his chest.
Jade had his hand in hers, tracing each line in his palm, wishing she knew how to read the story behind each crevice. "No, it's very soothing."
"You might change your mind if the wind picks up." He tightened his free hand around her waist and pressed another kiss on her forehead.
"I trust MacGyver to keep me safe." She felt his smile against her forehead.
"We're not that far out. If it gets too bad we can just head back in."
"Mm, then I'll pray for good weather." She kissed his palm, then ran her tongue along the deepest groove.
"Me too. I love having you all to myself like this."
"I won't want to go to work on Monday, that's for sure."
When he didn't respond, she again wondered about his profession. She adopted a casual tone, and tried something. "How about you? Don't you just love Mondays?"
"The days of the week don't matter much to me. Sometimes I'm at work at two in the morning on a Sunday."
She sighed. "Are you ever going to tell me what you do?" She hated the pouty words, but she hadn't tried this approach, maybe it would work. She stuck out her lower lip. This always worked on her brothers.
"I think you're going to figure it out pretty soon." He held her close. "I promised Dean I'd tell you before this weekend is over."
"Dean knows?" She sat up to face him. "And he didn't tell me?" It couldn't be bad, if Dean didn't try to stop her from spending the weekend with Adam. It couldn't be too exciting either, or Dean would have made it a point to tell her. "Wait a minute…you told Dean before you told me?"
"I didn't tell him. He guessed."
She looked Adam over. Did she miss something? "How did he guess that fast?"
Adam shrugged. "Maybe he's just smarter than you."
"Adam!" She planted her fists on her hips. Oh he did not just say that.
With that sexy laugh, he pulled her back into his arms, her cheek against his nipple. "Jade, I'll tell you right now if you want me to." He smelled good . "But I wanted to spend this weekend without worrying about it."
"I shouldn't be worried that you're hiding it from me?" She circled his nipple with a middle finger, watching it grow to a stiff peak before her eyes. "You know I won't care if you're a fast-food burger flipper, roadie, or key grip best boy…or whatever they call it."
"That's good to know, but you aren't even close. You don't need to worry. What I do is legal, moral, ethical, and decent. It affects most aspects of my life—a big part of who I am, but I really do own my own car, and this boat, and even my own house." He sighed, and rubbed her bent arm. "But most people see my occupation as me, and vice versa. I just want you to know who I am before I throw that into the mix."
"I already know what kind of man you
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