emotions he expected. That was another thing. She was always surprising him with her strength.
“I’m not a charity case. I don’t need some man to rescue me.”
Of that he was sure. “Maybe we can rescue each other.”
As her face relaxed, the corners of Will’s mouth curved up. “Maybe.” She grabbed the bar rag from where he’d dropped it and twisted it in her hands. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll think about what?” Beth asked, dropping three empty beer bottles on the end of the bar. “The guys need another round. I could use a refill on my water and Sid is switching to soda.”
Randy watched Will, who held his gaze under lowered eyelashes. Neither answered Beth.
“Hello?” she said, waving an arm in the air. “Are you two okay?” Beth crossed the distance between them, stepping up to the stool beside Randy. “What’s going on out here? You look like you’re planning a bank robbery or something.”
Will laughed, and the sound shot straight to Randy’s groin. “Or something,” she said, throwing the rag over her shoulder. “Two beers, a water, and one soda coming right up.”
CHAPTER 10
S leeping was virtually impossible. Will tossed and turned all night. The last time she’d seen the clock it read 4:00 a.m., but she must have drifted off shortly after that, since she’d definitely had a dream. A rather vivid and less than virtuous dream featuring a very naked, hot, and ready Randy Navarro.
When she’d awakened in a pool of sweat exactly three minutes before the alarm was set to go off, parts of her body that had been too long neglected still tingled. Will dragged herself into the bathroom and stepped under a full stream of lukewarm water, but even that wasn’t enough to keep the erotic thoughts at bay.
So she did what any red-blooded woman would do—upped the water temperature and spent five extra minutes on, well, herself. She was only human, after all.
At least the tux fitting wasn’t first thing in the morning. Due to the two-and-a-half-hour drive, Beth had scheduled the appointment for after lunch. Randy had something he needed to do with Jude first thing, so Will agreed to meet him at Anchor Adventures around nine-thirty.
Groggy-eyed and exhausted, she pulled up in front of the large triangular building at nine-fifteen. A quick glance inside revealed the place to be empty. When she stepped back outside, the sound of a motor from the right drew her attention. Will followed the decking around to the side of the building that faced the water and spotted a Jet Ski flying across the harbor, spinning and then shooting over its own wake.
Whoever was on that machine knew what he was doing.
“Bloody brilliant!” came a voice from the pier to the left of the deck. Will hadn’t noticed him before, but Jude danced around the edge, following every movement of the man on the watercraft. Then revelation dawned.
“That’s Randy.” How she’d missed the fact was a mystery, since the size of the man on the machine should have been her first clue. Will moved closer. The smile that split his face revealed how much he was enjoying himself. Water shot straight up as he banked hard right and raced toward the pier.
Dark curls hung wet over Randy’s ears as he pulled up mere feet from the sand and cut the engine.
“That was perfect,” Jude yelled, enjoying himself as much as the man on the water. “Exactly what I needed.”
Randy beached the Jet Ski, stepped off to one side, and threw his hair back. Water flew out behind him, forcing Jude to tuck his camera under his jacket. Which reminded Will it wasn’t exactly summer temperatures today. She pulled her denim jacket tighter as she reached the bottom level of the deck.
Had Randy hopped on a Jet Ski in ice-cold water for the sake of this article? Talk about dedicated. Sleeveless black neoprene clung to every curve and bulging muscle on his body. Every. Bulging. Muscle. The suit cut off above his knees, revealing calves the
“I’m not a charity case. I don’t need some man to rescue me.”
Of that he was sure. “Maybe we can rescue each other.”
As her face relaxed, the corners of Will’s mouth curved up. “Maybe.” She grabbed the bar rag from where he’d dropped it and twisted it in her hands. “I’ll think about it.”
“You’ll think about what?” Beth asked, dropping three empty beer bottles on the end of the bar. “The guys need another round. I could use a refill on my water and Sid is switching to soda.”
Randy watched Will, who held his gaze under lowered eyelashes. Neither answered Beth.
“Hello?” she said, waving an arm in the air. “Are you two okay?” Beth crossed the distance between them, stepping up to the stool beside Randy. “What’s going on out here? You look like you’re planning a bank robbery or something.”
Will laughed, and the sound shot straight to Randy’s groin. “Or something,” she said, throwing the rag over her shoulder. “Two beers, a water, and one soda coming right up.”
CHAPTER 10
S leeping was virtually impossible. Will tossed and turned all night. The last time she’d seen the clock it read 4:00 a.m., but she must have drifted off shortly after that, since she’d definitely had a dream. A rather vivid and less than virtuous dream featuring a very naked, hot, and ready Randy Navarro.
When she’d awakened in a pool of sweat exactly three minutes before the alarm was set to go off, parts of her body that had been too long neglected still tingled. Will dragged herself into the bathroom and stepped under a full stream of lukewarm water, but even that wasn’t enough to keep the erotic thoughts at bay.
So she did what any red-blooded woman would do—upped the water temperature and spent five extra minutes on, well, herself. She was only human, after all.
At least the tux fitting wasn’t first thing in the morning. Due to the two-and-a-half-hour drive, Beth had scheduled the appointment for after lunch. Randy had something he needed to do with Jude first thing, so Will agreed to meet him at Anchor Adventures around nine-thirty.
Groggy-eyed and exhausted, she pulled up in front of the large triangular building at nine-fifteen. A quick glance inside revealed the place to be empty. When she stepped back outside, the sound of a motor from the right drew her attention. Will followed the decking around to the side of the building that faced the water and spotted a Jet Ski flying across the harbor, spinning and then shooting over its own wake.
Whoever was on that machine knew what he was doing.
“Bloody brilliant!” came a voice from the pier to the left of the deck. Will hadn’t noticed him before, but Jude danced around the edge, following every movement of the man on the watercraft. Then revelation dawned.
“That’s Randy.” How she’d missed the fact was a mystery, since the size of the man on the machine should have been her first clue. Will moved closer. The smile that split his face revealed how much he was enjoying himself. Water shot straight up as he banked hard right and raced toward the pier.
Dark curls hung wet over Randy’s ears as he pulled up mere feet from the sand and cut the engine.
“That was perfect,” Jude yelled, enjoying himself as much as the man on the water. “Exactly what I needed.”
Randy beached the Jet Ski, stepped off to one side, and threw his hair back. Water flew out behind him, forcing Jude to tuck his camera under his jacket. Which reminded Will it wasn’t exactly summer temperatures today. She pulled her denim jacket tighter as she reached the bottom level of the deck.
Had Randy hopped on a Jet Ski in ice-cold water for the sake of this article? Talk about dedicated. Sleeveless black neoprene clung to every curve and bulging muscle on his body. Every. Bulging. Muscle. The suit cut off above his knees, revealing calves the
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