her name.
Treat watched Seana climb onto the sailboat from the neighboring slip where his drift boat Miss Julie II was moored. She looked beat. Her shoulders slumped as though they carried too much weight for her frame. He’d already heard about Aaron’s asshole move from Mina, and wondered if that had added to her tired tread.
If only he could go to her. He wanted to hold her, massage the knots that were tightening the muscles in her neck and shoulders, which was all new to him. This need to offer comfort. But he knew he was better off staying away. He’d pushed too much already. Somehow he needed to figure out a way to lure her to him.
But first he needed a word with Aaron Morehouse.
Chapter Sixteen
Seana stretched awake. It took her a minute to recognize her surroundings and remember where she was. Hallelujah, Reel Dreamin’ had lived up to her name. Though most of her dreams had starred the boat’s owner. She hoped that didn’t continue.
Then again…
No, don’t go there.
God, she felt good. Really good. Better than she’d felt in days. Glancing at the time on her phone, she swore. She was also going to be late if she didn’t get a move on. She’d slept right through her alarm. Actually she couldn’t remember if she’d set it last night when she’d stumbled into bed naked after taking a quick shower. She needed to make time to unpack. Flinging the covers aside, she ran through getting ready for work.
Fifteen minutes later she was headed out, coming to a halt at the thermos sitting on the dock right outside the door. She glanced around and didn’t see anyone. The marina on this side of the harbor was for smaller boats and saw less activity than the dock handling the crab boats. She reached down and picked up the thermos. It was full and warm. She flipped open the top and breathed in the rich, nutty scent of Kona coffee.
Treat.
He’d left her coffee. She swiveled around hoping to catch sight of him, her heart fluttering in her chest.
What would she say? What would she do?
She took a sip.
Good God, that tasted like heaven. Her eyes shuttered closed and she savored the bold drink as it traveled over her tongue, down her throat and into her stomach, where the caffeine shot into her bloodstream. Good thing there was no sign of him because she’d probably throw him down to the dock and have her way with him.
Clutching the thermos in her hand, she hurried to work.
Each morning for the following week there was a new thermos waiting for her as she left for work. She hadn’t caught a glimpse of Treat. The coffee was always hot. Didn’t matter what time she left the sailboat, the coffee was there. She couldn’t figure out how Treat was doing it, but she’d had the best week of work since she’d moved to Dutch Harbor/Unalaska.
She’d been able to sleep, and function, and think.
But as her brain engaged, thoughts about Treat consumed most of it.
Where did he live? Why was he staying away? What would she do when she finally did see him again?
She was no closer to an answer on that one than she had been the night they’d slept together. But she had to admit, she missed him.
Luckily work kept her busy enough not to seek him out.
Mina sat across from her as they consumed lunch in her office. It had become the norm for them to conspire over sandwiches. “Word is that someone is buying a lot of thermoses.” Mina pointed to the thermoses lined up along the wall.
“Yeah, well, if I knew where Treat lived, I’d return them.”
Mina laughed. “Seriously?” She grabbed her sides as she rolled in laughter. “He’s your neighbor.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s living on his drift boat, Miss Julie II , which is moored in the neighboring slip to Reel Dreamin’ .”
Treat had been living next to her all this time. That close? Which explained how he knew when to deliver her coffee every morning hot and ready. All he had to do was watch when she turned on her light. “I thought he was on his
Treat watched Seana climb onto the sailboat from the neighboring slip where his drift boat Miss Julie II was moored. She looked beat. Her shoulders slumped as though they carried too much weight for her frame. He’d already heard about Aaron’s asshole move from Mina, and wondered if that had added to her tired tread.
If only he could go to her. He wanted to hold her, massage the knots that were tightening the muscles in her neck and shoulders, which was all new to him. This need to offer comfort. But he knew he was better off staying away. He’d pushed too much already. Somehow he needed to figure out a way to lure her to him.
But first he needed a word with Aaron Morehouse.
Chapter Sixteen
Seana stretched awake. It took her a minute to recognize her surroundings and remember where she was. Hallelujah, Reel Dreamin’ had lived up to her name. Though most of her dreams had starred the boat’s owner. She hoped that didn’t continue.
Then again…
No, don’t go there.
God, she felt good. Really good. Better than she’d felt in days. Glancing at the time on her phone, she swore. She was also going to be late if she didn’t get a move on. She’d slept right through her alarm. Actually she couldn’t remember if she’d set it last night when she’d stumbled into bed naked after taking a quick shower. She needed to make time to unpack. Flinging the covers aside, she ran through getting ready for work.
Fifteen minutes later she was headed out, coming to a halt at the thermos sitting on the dock right outside the door. She glanced around and didn’t see anyone. The marina on this side of the harbor was for smaller boats and saw less activity than the dock handling the crab boats. She reached down and picked up the thermos. It was full and warm. She flipped open the top and breathed in the rich, nutty scent of Kona coffee.
Treat.
He’d left her coffee. She swiveled around hoping to catch sight of him, her heart fluttering in her chest.
What would she say? What would she do?
She took a sip.
Good God, that tasted like heaven. Her eyes shuttered closed and she savored the bold drink as it traveled over her tongue, down her throat and into her stomach, where the caffeine shot into her bloodstream. Good thing there was no sign of him because she’d probably throw him down to the dock and have her way with him.
Clutching the thermos in her hand, she hurried to work.
Each morning for the following week there was a new thermos waiting for her as she left for work. She hadn’t caught a glimpse of Treat. The coffee was always hot. Didn’t matter what time she left the sailboat, the coffee was there. She couldn’t figure out how Treat was doing it, but she’d had the best week of work since she’d moved to Dutch Harbor/Unalaska.
She’d been able to sleep, and function, and think.
But as her brain engaged, thoughts about Treat consumed most of it.
Where did he live? Why was he staying away? What would she do when she finally did see him again?
She was no closer to an answer on that one than she had been the night they’d slept together. But she had to admit, she missed him.
Luckily work kept her busy enough not to seek him out.
Mina sat across from her as they consumed lunch in her office. It had become the norm for them to conspire over sandwiches. “Word is that someone is buying a lot of thermoses.” Mina pointed to the thermoses lined up along the wall.
“Yeah, well, if I knew where Treat lived, I’d return them.”
Mina laughed. “Seriously?” She grabbed her sides as she rolled in laughter. “He’s your neighbor.”
“Excuse me?”
“He’s living on his drift boat, Miss Julie II , which is moored in the neighboring slip to Reel Dreamin’ .”
Treat had been living next to her all this time. That close? Which explained how he knew when to deliver her coffee every morning hot and ready. All he had to do was watch when she turned on her light. “I thought he was on his
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