Page 63 of Sky’s Edge

He was a different male, like this.

And if I was honest with myself, I’d wanted him since I’d met him, but that solely had to do with his looks and magnetism.

Now I wanted him more than ever before.

On that thought, I topped up not only my wine, but everyone else’s.

“What I remember is you hooking that massive tuna that led you on such a merry chase, you both fell out of the boat,” Zyra said. Then to me, “Once they got back in the boat, rowed to shore and trudged up to the house, their clothes were frozen solid. It took hours to defrost them.”

“Did the tuna get away?” I asked.

“Lost the bugger,” Manny groused. “And he took my pole with him.”

I laughed.

And Tanyn rested his foot on the top of mine.

The unusual intimacy of that startled me, and my gaze shot to him.

The black of his pupils was dilating and contracting, like he was visibly struggling with deep emotion.

Or arousal.

I stopped laughing and drank more wine.

“Have you ever fished, Catla?” Mangold asked me.

“Absolutely not,” I answered.

He chuckled. “I guessed not.”

“I have been on a yacht, more than one, actually,” I shared.

Mangold smiled at me. “I could guess that too.”

“No fishing was involved for anyone,” I said.

Mangold’s smile didn’t move.

“Dary didn’t fish either, dear,” Zyra told me. “I think she would have been a vegetarian if⁠—”

Mangold clearing his throat interrupted her.

She didn’t start speaking again.

“If what?” I asked.

Mangold and Zyra were looking anywhere but at me.

Tanyn was studying them both, his face back to impassive.

“If what?” I pushed, even though I sensed I actually didn’t want to know what.

“Well, it’s all done now,” Zyra said, fidgeting with the stem of her wineglass and sending wild looks to her husband.

“What’s done?” I pressed.

“I shouldn’t have—” she began.