Page 41 of Fierce Seas


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Longing rippled through her body.

She wanted to be naked.

In his arms.

His mouth moving across her skin.

Kissing and licking every inch…

“I’m glad you came back to me, Elizabeth,” he said softly, breaking away as abruptly as he’d kissed her.

Watching him stand up and walk across the room, she had to force herself to pull her eyes away.

It was then she realized just how much she cared.

Too much.

Way, way too much.

The kiss still lingering on his lips and his cock stirring, Scott stepped into the hall, took a moment to focus his thoughts, then lifted his phone from his pocket and placed the call. The widow of a career military man, Emily was Jack’s mother. Jack had been in Scott’s Seal team, and Emily had spent a week with the two of them in the islands after her husband had passed away.

She’d loved being there and near her son.

The timing could not have been more perfect.

Jack was establishing the Shady Shack, Scott had launched the sailing school, and the safe house had just been completed. When Emily was asked if she’d be their eyes and ears on the small island and help take care of the home, she’d leapt at the offer.

“Hello, Emily,” Scott said as she answered. “How are you?”

“Very well, and I’m glad you got my note. I thought about calling, but I know how busy you and Jack are, and I’m always worried about interrupting something.”

“You can always call. If I can’t answer, I’ll call you right back.”

“But, Scott, I know what it’s like to have a phone ring at a bad time.”

He grinned.

“I’m sure you do. What’s up?”

“Well, the thing is, I’ve noticed speed boats showing up and pulling into the beach. Normally I wouldn’t pay much attention, but I’ve seen them every time I’ve been at the house. It struck me as a bit strange.”

“The same boats every time?”

“Yes, that’s another reason I think it’s unusual. The same three boats. I did manage to get their names, and the registration number of one of them.”

“Good work.”

“That telescope is addictive,” she remarked. “I couldn’t stop watching.”

“I know. It steals time.”

“You’re so right! I stand there staring through it, then look at my watch and an hour has passed.”

“Exactly, but at the moment I’m glad it has you hooked. Please text me the names of the boats, and that reg number, or email them to me. Either is fine.”

“I’ll email them.”

“Anything else you can tell me?”

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