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“You did not.” Xavier looks down at me, offended.
“What? You were already walking up the stairs before I could even warn you.” I shrug, no sense of regret fills me.
I’m enjoying the show too much.
“Can you guys quiet your voices down?” I hear Chanel say loud enough for us to hear, her eyes are squinting in our direction. “As much as I would love to see this situation in real time, my head is pounding with every syllable that comes out of your mouths.” She falls back on the couch with a hand over her eyes, shielding her gaze from any light.
“Valente, you better have a good explanation as to why you would wake me up at this godforsaken hour!” Not even listening to her sister’s plea, her voice goes up an octave.
“We’re having a yacht day!” he replies with a smile as if it’s an excuse for waking up the Loch Ness monster.
The twins and I groan in unison.
“Sorry for trying to get us out of the house and ensure an adventure of a lifetime. Chanel needs fresh air and sun exposure to help with her hangover. Plus, saltwater can do wonders,” he points out.
“You’re lucky I like you.” Cleo points at him before walking away and toward her room. Before she shuts the door, she yells over her shoulder. “We leave in an hour!” Then it slams.
Chanel groans at the bang. Xavier has a big smile on his face, and I let out a sigh.
I guess we’re going on a yacht.
Chapter26
Violetta
“The sun is not helping me, Giggles,” Chanel says to Xavier; her new nickname for him was created out of spite.
It’s been a hot day, after getting out of the house at one. Out of some miracle in Acapulco’s peak season, he was able to charter a yacht for the day. It’s the smallest they had. I’ve never been on a superyacht before except when I went to Ale’s race in Monaco a few years ago. Enormous yachts lined the dock that overlooked one of the straights on the grid. This yacht would be considered more of a boat. The deck gives us room to sit down, but that’s about it.
When you go from the bow to the back, there are some seats with a cushioned seating area where the motors propelled us to the middle ofLa Costera. The ocean sits beneath cliffs and mountains. It’s Acapulco’s staple, allowing us to be surrounded by privacy.
Chanel moves to the shade; her large sun hat isn’t helping the sun from hitting her face. I see her move to the back of the boat and walk down to the single room below us.
Cleo is in the water, trying to snorkel. I don’t think she understands what snorkeling really means. The water is deep from where we’re at. After a while, she realizes that and just floats in the water, making sure she doesn’t move too far from the boat. The current in Acapulco is strong. Xavier asked the captain to bring us to a point where the water was swimmable. He jumped in thirty minutes ago, while I sit here securely on the boat, trying to improve my tan.
I look forward as the boat moves slightly and his hands reach to the top of the ladder. Once he’s securely on the boat, he grabs a towel as he begins to dry off from his swim. I won’t lie. I’ve glanced over at his very fit body a few times. The image is one that should be put in the Louvre.
Shaking my lust out of my head, I check my phone, noticing the sun will most likely start to set in about ten minutes.
“Cleo,” I call out.
Her head bops up out of the water. “What?”
“The sun is going to start setting. I think you should get out before it gets dark.” Being in the ocean when the sun is up can be safe. But once it gets dark, the tide gets stronger and it’s not as secure after that.
“Okay, Mom.” Her tone is sassy.
I shake my head in reply as I watch her swim toward the ladder. She swims to the metal ladder and then climbs up. I hand her a towel from where I’m sitting. She bends down to grab it and mutters a quick thank you.
I hear a shift behind me, turning around to see the very nice Captain Eduardo with a charcuterie board in hand.
I smile at him. “Gracias.”
“Con placer, señorita Violetta.”
As soon as he sets it down, Xavier practically jumps on the chance for food. He grabs a few slices of cheese as well, popping a few pieces of fruit into his mouth.
“Quit hogging the food.” Cleo slaps his hand away.
