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“Yes, I think so.”
“Good.” His hands return to my shoulders and run in slow strokes down my arms. I shiver at the touch.
He notices, his hands stopping just below my elbows. “Still okay?”
“Mm-hmm. Yes.”
He continues down to my hands, resting above my wrists for a second before removing them. He clears his throat, and I feel the cushion beneath us shift as he moves back.
“Thank you,” I say.
“Yeah. No problem.” He looks out at the sea and not at me. “Can’t have you burning on my watch.”
“Nor on your boat,” I say.
His mouth curves. “Right. Well, you know, we’re almost through with all major activities on my itinerary.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. There are a just a few left, including the rum tasting.” He waves a dismissive hand, and I wonder at the attitude of skipping pre-paid things. If my parents and I had planned to go to an all-you-can-eat buffet for dinner, none of us would have eaten lunch that day. That’s my point of reference.
“Now who’s being dismissive of your travel agent’s hard work?” I ask.
“Trust me, she got paid her fair share.”
“Who’s idea was it to go to Barbados for your honeymoon?” I ask and kick my legs out in front. My feet are close to his, mine bare beside his sailing shoes.
I know nothing about his ex-fiancée. He’s not sharing breadcrumbs, he’s hoarding entireloaves.
And I’m starving with curiosity.
But he just looks out over the waves, his voice calm. “We decided on the Caribbean early on. We’d both been to the area before, on other islands.”
“Oh.”
“A travel agent suggested a few hotels across the region, and the newly opened Winter Resort looked good.” He shrugs and runs a hand over his nape. “I also represented the company in a settlement a few years back.”
“Ooooh. So this is a perk?”
“It’s not.”
“I’m sitting on a nepotism boat?”
“I’m not related to any of the owners.”
I grin. “But you know them.”
“I met one of them. Once. That’s it.” He raises an eyebrow. “I also work out of Chicago now, not New York anymore.”
“But you used to?”
“Yes,” he says and sighs. “Is this twenty questions?”
“Maybe. Why’d you move back home to Chicago?”
His lips flatten. “She was also from there.”
“Ah.”
