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Chapter 40
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SIX MONTHS LATER
Sammi’s got her back to me, bending over slightly to reach the bar. Even after six months of staring at it in awe, I still can’t believe what a great ass my wife has.
Or how freely I can finally stare at it now. Not that I didn’t before anyway, but now she smiles when she catches me looking. In fact, she’s smiling at me right now, glancing over her shoulder at me while she makes us drinks.
Her lips quirk up in a knowing grin. They do that a lot now.
She turns back to the bar, and I just keep right on staring.
The setting sun behind her hits her exposed skin just right, making her glow. And damn if most of her isn’t exposed, her bikini barely covering anything.
I really have the world’s sexiest wife.
Wife.
The word still feels odd in my mouth. Or on my mind, as it were.
No matter how many days pass, I’m still amazed that it’s true. That she actually married me.
Not to mentionstayedmarried to me.
That right there is the real shocker.
After Bangkok, Sammi and I both needed a change. She from spending so much time working in labs, me from spending so much time on solid ground.
The solution was obvious. We made a beeline for my boat, and we’ve been here pretty much ever since. It was obvious from that first night in the 3D aquarium that Sammi had dreams that could never be reached from a lab.
Her safe and rational approach held her back in more ways than one. At the end of the day, no matter how well meaning, you can’t affect change without getting your hands a bit dirty.
Still, I was nervous when Sammi told me her plan.
Fighting shark poachers?
I mean, I’d only just married the girl. I wasn’t exactly keen on losing her.
When she gets an idea in her head, though, nothing can stop her.
So here we are: sea breeze blowing, sun setting behind us like a picture. Our own little chunk of paradise.
Sure, it’s not been all easy sailing, so to speak.
I look at the scar running down her back—a close call, that one. Cut with a diving knife.
Right in front of me.
My heart about fucking stopped beating. You can imagine what happened to the guy wielding it. He’ll be lucky if he walks again.
Even before we got married, I would’ve ruined a man for touching Sammi. Now, that bastard’s just lucky she was there to pull me off of him. That’s Sammi for you.
Such a soft touch.
She walks over to me now, drinks in hand. I take mine with thanks, smiling up at her as she straddles my lap. She leans in, kissing me on the cheek, home to a new scar of my own.
“It’s not healed properly,” I say about it, “I think this is as small as it’s gonna get.”
