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He laughed again but fell into step beside me. “I’m sorry. No more croc jokes.”
Once we got back behind the fenced area, I felt immediately better. Until I remembered that I needed my gear. “Well, shit.”
“Well, shit what?”
“How do we get our stuff off the boat?”
He cocked his head. “Like you normally would. We walk on and carry it off.”
“But there are crocodiles.”
“Not on the jetty.”
“But the jetty is unstable, and the waters are—”
He took my face in his hands. “Jeremiah, my love. I’d never let anything happen to you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You won’t let the already decrepit jetty fall away underneath me so the crocodiles can’t eat me for lunch?”
“No, I will forbid it.” Then he shrugged. “Plus, I’m the only one who gets to snack on you. Though now that you mention it, lunch is a really good idea.”
I was so confused. “Are you talking about sex or actually eating lunch? It’s hard to tell.”
“I will always opt for sex. Always. But for the record, I wasn’t talking about sex. But I am now. Because you brought it up.” He grinned. “You have the best ideas. And I’ve never had boat sex before.”
I sighed. “Work first.”
“No, lunch first. For real.” He patted his stomach. “I’m legit hungry. But then when we’re on the boat—” He waggled his eyebrows and did some unruly hip thrusting movement. “—we should put that boat-rocking to good use.”
I hated that he made me smile, and I hated that my dick liked the idea. I tried to be stern. “Lunch first.”
His grin was spectacular. “This is the best day ever.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Let’s see if there are any crocs on the jetty before we rush into that statement.”
There weren’t, of course. But I kept an eye on the bay, giving a double look at every shadow in every ripple on the water. Yes, this small inlet was sheltered from the open sea, and I’d been thankful for that before.
Now I realised it just made it a prime location for crocodiles to come onto land.
We were both careful with every rickety and rotten plank on the jetty, and Tully held his hand out for me to step onto the boat. He pulled the Esky out and opened it.
“Let’s see what goodies my mother packed for us,” he said. He pulled out some wrapped bread rolls and handed them to me. “Ah, sweet chili chicken and Asian greens on a roll. Mum knows my favourite.” Then he handed me a takeout container. “Dunno what’s in that.”
I opened it. “It’s your mum’s cold pasta and chorizo salad.”
I’d mentioned once that I’d thoroughly enjoyed the cold pasta salad she’d made... and now she’d made it again.
He shook his head and kept rummaging, pulling out a second container of something different. I opened it to find cold roast chicken, all neatly sliced.
Tully sighed. “And this. Good lord, how long did she think we were going for?” He pulled out a bunch of bananas and then some bottled water. Then he grinned. “And look. A bag of the little Snickers.”
It was absurd to me, and very foreign, that a parent would do such a thing as go to all this trouble and effort for their grown child. I could understand essential items—even my dad would probably do that—but never favourite foods and treats.
I doubted my father knew what my favourite food even was.
“I won’t have to cook ya rice and spiced beef like I did at the bunker,” he said.
“I really liked your rice and beef,” I said, my voice quieter than I’d intended. “If I had to eat it forever, I’d still be grateful.”
