Page 57 of One Bossy Disaster


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Now, I see everything.

The perky way her hair swings behind her like sun-kissed gold threads.

The long line of her legs and the small of her back, begging for a claiming hand.

Her innocent face, every time she turns.

So innocent it makes me throb to defile her.

Fuck me.

I need to get my head back in the game. Safely out of whatever lust pit it’s fallen into and gotten stuck in.

Yes, she’s hot.

She knows she’s hot.

Her entire image, her brand, her career, is made partly from her allure and the rest comes from her brain.

Like anything in life, it’s a commodity and an asset. I should be too smart to fall for it.

Key word beingshould.

“Do you know,” she says, barely winded when we rest her kayak beside mine, “I can’t believe I never thought of this before.”

I stand beside her.

It’s easier like this, staring out across the inlet to the islands and the long route north up ahead.

“Kayaking, you mean?” I ask.

“Yeah. It’s a cool way to see wildlife up close here, without disturbing it with loud noises or pollution. The back roads can be rough on vehicles, too. I’ve lived my whole life in the Pacific Northwest and I’m shocked it never occurred to me before.”

“I’ve seen plenty of seals up close and personal. A few orca encounters, too, up in the San Juans,” I tell her. “If you can handle it, there’s no better way to get around these parts.”

“Is that a challenge?” She narrows her eyes.

“If it is, Miss Lancaster, you’re welcome to prove you’re up to snuff.”

We share a whimsical look—the usual charged defiance—but also something lighter.

Something I don’t want to think too hard about.

“Let’s get moving, then. There’s only so much daylight to make time and make you look like a clown,” she says.

I snort loudly. “You couldn’t do it last time you caught me with a kayak, so now you’re desperate.”

She razzes me before she jerks her head away, checking her boat over one last time.

This girl.

Confidence looks good on her, and I think I like this version of Destiny a lot.

I grit my teeth and shut down the urge to let my eyes drift to her ass again.

I don’t have to like her at all.

The only thing I need to do right now is show her how to kayak well enough so she doesn’t die on the way to the Olympic Peninsula.

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