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“That’s not very romantic,” he said.
“You can’t touch me properly when I’m wearing this thing.”
“Too bad,” he said. “Keeping you safe is more important than touching your boobs on deck.” Though just a few hours earlier he’d thought boob touching was more important.
“Are you sure about that?”
She turned to claim his lips and kissed him passionately. When she pulled away and settled into his side again, touching her boobs did seem pretty fucking important.
“Look—another shooting star,” she said, pointing at the sky. “Make a wish.”
“I wish life vests weren’t so bulky,” he grumbled.
She laughed and squeezed his hand. “Glad you agree with me. You’re going to make a great husband, Sedica.”
He silently vowed to do his best.
After a moment of watching for more wishing stars, she said, “Tell me something about your father.”
His heart twisted, but once he started talking, the words tumbled freely. He told her stories of their sailing days—none of which were as exciting or eventful as his harrowing adventure with her today. He also described the delicious meat the man had cooked at every family BBQ—the sole reason Sed knew how to grill—his subtle sense of humor, the way he let those he loved know he cared even though he seldom spoke his feelings.
At first, Sed felt sad sharing about a life that had now ended, but the more he talked, the more he remembered and the happier he became that Jessica had pushed him to share. Sed would never see his dad again, or sail with him or chow down on the best burgers ever grilled over charcoal, but he would always remember; the man had left his mark on him. Dad would live on through him, and Sed would pass some parts of the man on to his grandchildren. That was inevitable. And comforting. His dad was gone, but his influence wasn’t. It would be as if his dad’s life stretched toward eternity. If he hadn’t gone sailing with Jessica and gotten into this bind, Sed doubted he’d have realized that he could still feel close to Dad even though he was gone. His grief already felt more tolerable. Not because he was starting to forget Dad, but because he was allowing himself to remember.
It was splendid cuddling beneath the stars, trusting that the woman beside him would support him throughout the rest of his life, hoping that she could learn to lean on his support as well. Jessica wasn’t only his treasured lover but also his best friend, his partner.
He eventually realized she’d stopped responding to his tales and encouraging him to share more. She hadn’t had the same family life that he’d taken for granted, and she craved normalcy whether she knew it or not, but not even stories about disastrous holidays had drawn a murmur from her for several minutes. Was she brooding over her past? He shifted so he could see her lovely face and found her features relaxed in sleep. He smiled, glad she could rest. He ended the day wishing for lasting love on every falling star that streaked across the night sky.
Chapter Eleven
The loud cry of a seagull pulled Jessica from a strange dream. She’d been picking up grains of rice that had been tossed to offer best wishes to the newlyweds, yet she hadn’t been gathering the rice to save birds from bellyaches but because she and Sed might need that rice to survive. Talk about a nightmare. She groaned and sat up, blinking at the rising sun, and then looked down at her sleeping husband. She would have loved to watch his face as the sunrise brightened his handsome features, but her compressed bladder wouldn’t allow for that plan.
As soon as she shifted away from his side, Sed’s arms shot out and snaked around her as if she were in danger of falling. She didn’t think he was even awake.
“Sed,” she whispered, her throat parched. She licked her lips and tried again. “Sed, I need to pee.”
He groaned as he returned to consciousness, his grip on her slowly loosening. “Did you sleep okay?” he asked.
“Surprisingly, I did,” she said, kissing his stubble-roughened jaw because it was the only part of him she could reach. “Must have been the pillow. How about you? Any nightmares?”
He scowled and then shook his head. “Not a one. Happy four-day anniversary.”
Her heart panged at his sweetness. He was like this only for her. The rest of the world thought he was all badass metal vocalist who did as much screaming and growling for a living as he did singing, but Jessica was allowed to see so much more of him, and she didn’t mean his naked body, though that was a definite perk.
“Happy four-day anniversary. Let’s hope this day is a little less exciting than the last one.”
“I hope it’s just as exciting, but far less terrifying.”
“I’d be fine with that too. Can I pee now?”
“I would appreciate it if you held it until my leg is out of the way.”
“I didn’t mean right this second.” She slapped his belly playfully. “I was planning to use the el weirdo toilet. Let me up.”
He chuckled and released her. She couldn’t resist kissing his lips before getting her feet under her. She was a bit unsteady beneath the sway of the sailboat as she made her way below deck, but that same gentle rocking had gifted her with a deeply satisfying sleep all night. Maybe that was why Sed had slept through the night without dreaming terrible things. Or maybe this trip had helped Sed find a new way to hold on to his father’s memory. She hoped that was the case.
It was still dimly lit in the cabin, so she turned on the LED lantern to guide her way. After using the crazy toilet and limiting the amount of water she used to wash her hands, she headed for the hidden compartment where the MREs were stored. She still wasn’t convinced they’d make it back to land today and had no idea how much water the boat had in reserve. The jugs of water stashed between the boxes of survival meals were reassuring. And they did have all that bottled water they’d brought in the cooler. The ice that had melted in the cooler wasn’t potable, but they could use it to wash. They’d be able to survive several weeks at least. That knowledge allowed her to breathe a little easier.
She grabbed some trail mix packets and high-energy bars for their breakfast and returned above deck to find Sed examining the instrument panel. The handheld radio beside him was still picking up nothing but static. He thanked her for bringing him something to eat, but set it aside to tap on the compass.
“Compass still wonky?” she asked.
“It’s really weird,” he said. “I didn’t know lightning could fuck up a compass.”
“I think lightning can mess up just about anything.” Their entire boat had been put out of commission by a single strike. “Do you think maybe it just blew a bunch of fuses?” she asked, picking the raisins out of her trail mix and placing them in the inedible pile. She wasn’t that hungry.
“That’s possible. Now if only I knew where the electrical box is located and if we have any spare fuses.”
Jessica hunted through various compartments in the cockpit until she found a thick owner’s manual. While she leafed through it, Sed began searching for the fuse panel by opening little doors under the dash.
“Found it,” he said before she’d even found the right page in the manual. He tugged a fuse free and examined the little bit of metal and plastic. “Completely fried,” he said, smiling at her. “Good thinking, genius wife.”
Her thinking was a lot clearer this morning. Now that the storm had passed, and her every thought wasn’t consumed with concerns for their survival, she could approach their predicament much more logically.
Sed methodically removed each fuse from the panel. “Fried,” he said as he checked them and set them in a growing pile. “Fried. Fried. Every last one of them.”
“Do you think that’s all that’s wrong with the electrical system?” If that was the case, they could be up and running in no time. Assuming they had spare fuses on board.
“It’s possible,” he said, starting a new search through the compartments. “Knowing my dad, he has spare fuses stashed away.”
“Your dad did think of everything, d
idn’t he?”
“He was always putting everyone else first.”
“Just like you.”
Sed’s eyebrows drew together. “Like me?”
“Yep. Exactly like you.”
Perhaps it was the life vest, but his chest suddenly looked more puffed out than usual. And there was no missing the pride in his smile.
“That’s more credit than I deserve,” he said.
“Are you trying to goad me into an argument? Take the compliment. It happens to be true.”
Still smiling, Sed opened another cabinet. “I better find those fuses.”
Jessica helped him look for them. They found two spare fuses at the bottom of a toolbox. Problem was, they needed over a dozen to replace those that had been destroyed.
“Maybe we can get something working,” he said. “One or two vital components.”
“What’s most important?”
