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“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
So much for my plans to get laid tonight…
I walked back to my condo, packed my duffel bag, and headed out.
Forty minutes later I was in a ride-share, pulling into the marina.
Now, Voyagerwas an impressive superyacht and the largest I’d ever worked on. It had been my home away from home for the past two years, but I was still awed by the size and beauty of the ship every time I spotted her.
We pulled up to the dock and I tumbled out of the cramped car with my bag. The lower level of the ship was dark as I sauntered up and over the plank to the deck.
“Can I see your ID, sir?”
The sudden, deep rumble of an Irish accent startled me, and I pitched sideways, my arms pinwheeling.
Next thing I knew, I plunged into the Atlantic water—phone, bag, and all.
“Fuck!” I yelled out when I surfaced, wiping my eyes.
I stared up—and I mean up—at the six-foot-five frame of Kiernan.
Brawny. Blond. Beautiful.
Straight…
“Fecking hell, Charlie, you all right?” Kiernan asked.
Then he kneeled on the plank, concern etched on his face, and offered me his tattooed hand.
Instead of taking his hand, I passed him my ruined bag and hoisted myself out of the water.
I’d already made a fool out of myself once, I wasn’t about to tempt fate by doing it again.
At least my phone was still lodged in the pocket of my shorts, thank fuck. It was water resistant—or so I was told—so I prayed that it had survived my dunk in the ocean.
“Give a guy some warning next time,” I blurted out, shaking off the water.
Kiernan rose back up to his impressive height. “It was a joke. I thought you saw me on deck.”
“Well, I didn’t. It’s dark,” I replied, and then I finally gazed up at his face.
God, how I’d missed those eyes. The man had the biggest, most soulful brown eyes I’d ever seen in my life. They weren’t hard like the rest of him.
The sadness in them nearly undid me. Nothing had changed since the last time I saw him.
“And I wasn’t expecting you,” I whispered.
There was more truth in that statement than I realized.
CHAPTER3
KIERNAN
There were few places where I felt at home.
A lot of my discomfort had to do with being self-conscious about my size. That’s not my ego talking, that’s six feet five inches talking.
