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“I am also that.”
She rolled her eyes. “Stop. Stop with the pity. Pity sex. Pity job.Pity. Pity. Pity.I don’t want it!” She stood up angrily and tried to storm out.
I raced her to the door and stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t want it but need it, right?” I felt like a heel when her watery eyes met mine. She nodded. I continued, “Then you’ll take this job. No funny business. Strictly professional. I need a competent Captain for this ship so that I can work on the business side. It’s too much to do both. You’re doing me a favor. And in return, you’ll be paid a tidy sum of money that will assist you in returning to charter boat captaining if you so choose.”
Kendra let out a long, heavy sigh, her shoulders slumped as she pondered the decision.
I squeezed her shoulder. “Kendra, I know we don’t know each other, but I promise you. I’m a man of my word. If I tell you I’ll keep this strictly professional, I will.”
“I want to believe you,” Kendra said, then nodded in agreement. Her shoulders slumped. Her eyes averted. “Fine.But no funny business. I’ve wrecked enough things around this marina to last a lifetime.”
As I guided her off the ship, it took all I had to keep my hands to myself.
No funny business.
That would be easier said than done.
Chapter 9
Text messages between the Pleasure Point Seven-ish
Chloe Jarrett
The hook is baited.
Gail Keck
Do we have to do this every single time?
Bolt Jarrett
Hey - we did it your way the last time. This is our turn.
Gail Keck
*full screen of eye roll emojis*
Can’t we be more clear about things?
June Atwell
Let the record show I’m not sniping at Gail that things are as clear as her clam chowder.
Gail Keck
*gasping emoji*
Donald Atwell
Now, you’ve done it.
June Atwell
I’ve done nothing. Just stating the obvious that clam chowder shouldn’t be so…. broth-like.
Gail Keck
Some of us can’t eat so much damn dairy and be a Disney Princess every day.
