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“She must be a huge fan,” Darren says.
Bizzy snorts and shakes her head, looking over her shoulder at me. “They don’t know?”
“Not by me.” I shrug.
She turns back to them and starts to explain. “Nicky is a man. He’s a player in Miami. You may know him—”
Darren slaps his hands together loudly, cutting her off and causing her to jump a little in my lap. “Nicky? In Miami? As in Nick Bennett?”
“That’s him.” She nods enthusiastically.
“The same Nick Bennett that’s Crenshaw Bennett’s brother?” Joe points at me.
“That’s him. He’s how Shaw and I met, really. It was a long time ago, but we’ve been friends forever.”
“Shit!” Darren runs his hands down his face then cocks his head to the side. “No offense, but that motherfucker gave us the worst loss of the season last year.”
“I was there! It was a great game.” She reaches over to pat his hand. “Better luck next time.”
He moves his hands over his heart, acting wounded. “I’m glad we don’t have to play them this year. It’s still a raw wound.”
“I’m a nurse, so I can tell you with medical expertise, this kind of wound will heal.”
“Shit, I need a beer.” Darren walks over to the cooler, mumbling something under his breath.
The Captain yells back that we’re approaching the spot, and the mate starts to get our rods ready. Joe and Perry move to him, watching as he prepares.
“You know,” Bizzy twists her body, placing her hands on my chest, “I didn’t take you for the possessive type.”
“Only with you. Not that I have a lot of experience in this area, and I’ve always been protective of you. But today, it was different. Seeing Perry flirt with you set off something I’ve never felt before, and it felt fucking great.”
“It really did,” she agrees.
“So kiss me.”
She doesn’t hesitate to slant her head and lean in, running her lips across mine softly. Too soon, she jumps up, yanking me with her.
“Come on! I may be the only woman on this boat, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want the full experience. Meaning, my turn on rotation.”
“By all means.” I give a little chuckle.
“Wait, are you making fun of me?”
“I’d never.” I try my best to hide my grin.
“I’m great at fishing!”
“Biz, we’re going to be catching fish that are going to fight like hell. I thought we’d be on rotation together.”
She narrows her eyes, places her hands on her hips, and cocks her head to the side. “You don’t think I can reel in my own catch?”
I bite my tongue, trying to avoid her gaze, and search for the right response. Apparently, I think too long, because she clears her throat loudly, waiting for me.
“Ma
ybe I want to help you?” I try weakly.
“Try again.” She doesn’t buy it at all, giving me an evil stare. Instead of scaring me, it turns me on.
