“That’s number one.”
“Number one?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “I have at least a few more planned before I take you.”
Her eyes rolled back and she flushed pink from her toes to her head. He took that as agreement. Great, she was on board.
***
ANDREW cleared the ship’s crew and the cooking staff from the deck before leading Abby upstairs. It was cool on the water at night, so they wore robes, and he brought up a few extra blankets. The straps of vinyl creaked when he sat on a lounge chair. He invited her to relax beside him in his chair, and she did. She nestled in close beside him and he wrapped his arm around her. She stretched up and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek, then slouched back down and looked up at the sky.
All around them, the night sky was darkened. The stars above twinkled into existence one by one. She pointed them out with child-like excitement as they appeared. Andrew was fairly sure she made up some of the names, but he didn’t care. It was sweet.
“Do you hear that?” she asked, picking up her head and glancing behind them.
“No. What is it?”
“I’m not sure.”
“It’s just us.”
She didn’t look away or smile. He touched her cheek. She flicked her eyes in his direction, then back at the enclosure.
“Abby, what is it?” His tone serious, all of a sudden.
“It sounded like a click, then a laugh.”
He frowned. That didn’t make sense. His staff were professionals. They would never risk their jobs by spying.
“You heard someone laughing?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.” he relaxed. “Nothing to worry about.” he knew what she’d heard. There were two boats close to starboard. Not close enough to collide, but sounds carried over the surface of the water.
“What is it?”
“Just wait a minute,” he instructed, training his own ears in that direction. When distant howls and laughs met his ear, he I nodded. “It’s other boaters.”
She had heard the same noise. “And they sound like they’re partying.”
She settled back down. Smiling, she kissed the tender skin where his neck and shoulder met.
“We can leave. Go somewhere else? I don’t want you disturbed.”
Abby pulled his arm closer and hugged it. “I’m not. You big…” she playfully nibbled a little on his throat, “strong…” she licked a path up the side of his neck to my ear, “irresistible…” she sucked his earlobe within her mouth, “hero.” She bit down and Andrew jumped.
“And you are saucy.” He kissed her cheek, and laced his fingers into hers.
“Absolutely,” she smirked back.
They lapsed into silence. The sounds of the neighboring boats disintegrated into almost inaudible chuckles and husky giggles.
Abby’s breathing became shallow.
“Did you enjoy tonight, Abby?”
“Yes. Very much, and I still am.”
“Good.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
She yawned and covered her mouth beside him.
“Tired?”
“A little.”
“Rest if you’re tired. We can go in if you’d like. We’ll be back at port in about thirty minutes.”
He covered her up with the blankets. Her breathing became more shallow still. He was almost sure she had fallen asleep.
Chapter Ten
ANDREW and Abby settled into the private jet after it took off in the early afternoon. They were on their way back to Lake Tahoe. The pilot came over the speaker and announced they could remove their seatbelts and move around the cabin if they desired. Andrew glanced across the aisle at Abby. She was giggling, a hand pressed to her stomach.
“I love flying!”
“Good. Then we’ll take many more trips.” He stood. Walking over to the bar lining one side of the jet, he stepped behind the counter and pulled out two glasses.
“Feel like a glass of wine?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
He ducked beneath the marble-top, and flipped through the wine list. “Would you like to try a vintage from one of my dad’s wineries?”
“Your dad runs a winery too? And yes. I’d love to try it.”
“Great.” He