him.
‘You know, between you and Sujit you two old reprobates could start your own relationship counselling service.’
Raj laughed, picked up the car keys and slapped him on the back. ‘Come on, I’ll drop you off. Everything will work out for the best.’
He grunted in response and hoped to God his friend was right.
Lana finished her aerobics class still feeling stressed, despite rave reviews from the participants. How could she keep her mind on the job when flashes of her afternoon with Zac kept popping into her mind at the most inopportune moments?
Take the rowing machine: it reminded her of boats, which reminded her of water, which reminded her of beaches and ultimately Zac.
The treadmill wasn’t much better: walking hand in hand to the pristine lagoon, with Zac.
As for her towel, slung casually over a set of free weights, she wouldn’t even go there, considering her skin prickled at the mere thought of his hands stroking her back while she’d been lying on that towel.
Thankfully, she made it back to her cabin without any more flashbacks, though once she set foot in the small space and closed the door she slumped against it.
Of all the fish in the sea, she had to get hooked by a sailor.
She smiled at the pun, though there was nothing funny about the situation. She was falling for him. There was only so much a girl could take, and with that non-stop charm chipping away at her defences almost twenty-four-seven what hope did she have?
Considering he was a sailor and she was merely a landlubber, they had little hope of making a relationship work. Especially the type of relationship she wanted: husband, kids, noisy Sunday afternoons in her very own backyard, rolling in autumn leaves with her brood, face-painting, playing tag, scoffing sticky toffee apples. The kind of childhood she’d never had. The kind of childhood she’d yearned for.
Beth understood. She’d wanted the same thing: they’d role-played happy families countless times as lonely six-year-olds, when their mums had died in the same car crash.
Beth had found her happily-ever-after, and while Lana was pleased for her cousin there wasn’t a day that passed when she didn’t secretly crave the same for herself.
Taking this cruise had been a first. Well, chalk up another—it was also the first time she’d met a guy who saw beneath her prissy veneer; the first time since Jax that she’d trusted a guy enough to get to know him better; the first time she’d felt real passion, if his kisses were anything to go by, and she knew without a doubt that if the last of her defences totally crumbled it would be the first time she’d fallen in love.
A knock on the door made her jump, and she opened it to find the man intruding on her thoughts filling the doorway, looking incredible as usual in full uniform, the gold embroidery on his epaulettes catching the light.
‘Hey, there.’
‘Hi.’
Why was it that every time he caught her unawares her ability to respond coherently vanished as fast as her resistance?
She dropped her gaze, taking in his polished dress shoes, his long legs in formal black trousers and the white jacket ending just below his waist. She usually laughed at men wearing monkey jackets, yet on Zac it accentuated his butt.
‘How did the class go?’
‘Great.’
If she discounted her obsessing over inanimate fitness equipment and how it reminded her of him.
‘Just wanted to let you know I won’t make dinner tonight. Business calls, but maybe we can catch up later? The ship sails at ten, and it’s a magical sight as we pull away from dock, so how about we meet under the bridge then?’
She hesitated. Was this wise? Spending more time with him when he’d said he wanted to get to know her better despite her resistance? Giving him the opportunity to chip away at her emotional barriers even more, to the point where they might disintegrate once and for all?
Maybe it was the wariness he glimpsed in her eyes, maybe the hint of uncertainty tugging at her mouth, but he stepped forward and touched her hand.
‘Come on, you know you’ll miss me at dinner. This way I’m just trying to make up for lost time.’
She laughed, as he’d intended, his charismatic smile disarming her quicker than she could say land ahoy.
‘Okay. I need to sharpen up a few barbs.’
He squeezed her hand before releasing it. ‘Great. I’ll see you there just before ten.’
For the second time in as many minutes she leaned against the closed door, her head filled with Zac, her heart filled with foreboding.
‘Hello, sailor.’
Zac straightened from where he’d been leaning on a railing, a poster boy for the gorgeous nautical male, silhouetted against the bridge, an appreciative gleam in his eyes. A misplaced gleam, considering she wore a boring black calf-length skirt and an olive top which had seen better days.
‘Glad you made it.’
‘Didn’t think I would, huh?’
‘I had my doubts, considering it’s probably past your bedtime.’
She chuckled and waved a finger back and forth in front of him. ‘Hey, I’m supposed to be the one practising barbs, not you.’
‘Maybe we can practise together?’
His voice dropped lower and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She shook her head, unable to keep a smile off her face.
‘You’re hopeless.’
‘Your fault.’ He sniffed the air like a hound, coming closer, too close, almost nuzzling her neck. ‘You’re wearing that damn perfume again. Any wonder I’m a broken man? Didn’t I warn you that stuff was dangerous?’
‘It’s the only perfume I own.’
Maybe she could blame the perfume for her gradual melting towards him? Ever since she’d worn it her resistance had slowly but surely unravelled.
His low, sexy chuckle had her clutching the rail for support, all too aware that her collapsing resolve had little to do with the fragrance and more to do with the man staring at her with desire in his eyes.
‘Well, if you keep wearing it you’re definitely heading for a whole lot of trouble.’
Heat flushed her cheeks and she gripped the rail so hard her knuckles stood out. ‘Oooh, I’m scared.’
‘You should be.’
And for one crazy, loaded second as he leaned towards her she almost welcomed the danger of having a guy like him interested in her.
Clearing her throat, she deliberately relaxed her fingers and straightened. ‘So, where’s this magical sight you promised me?’
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