bella .”
She nodded.
When her shift was done and she had completed the turn over to the night crew, she looked up and saw him immediately. He wore a black tank top that hugged his strong body. He was still in his bathing suit, and also carried a small cooler. He flipped his glasses up to his head and his blue eyes seared her.
She walked toward him as if on a cloud, her footsteps as light as her mood.
She stood on her tip toes and he leaned down and met her lips for a kiss.
“Let’s go back to your room,” she whispered to his lips.
He smiled and shook his head. “Not yet. We’re taking another boat ride, if it’s okay with you.”
Disappointment surged, but then he grinned again, which let her know this wasn’t the same type of boat ride they had been on the night before.
“Okay,” she said. “I need to change.”
He shook his head. “You really don’t. You don’t need a pretty sundress where we’re going.”
He grasped her hand, and they walked down the stairs from the pool to the beach where the water taxis picked up the tourists and took them over to the harbor, where they had been the previous night, or over to Lover’s Island.
She had never been on one of these taxis, but had done her fair share of laughing at those trying to get on them. The boats were about twenty-five feet long. They bobbed up and down in the surf, and when the incoming waves crashed and the front of the boat dipped, it was a mad rush to get people onboard. The men usually made a run for it on their own, but the women were picked up and tossed in the boat before the next wave could come. As an observer, it was very funny to watch the whole debacle, but as someone participating in it, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to be thrown in a boat and she didn’t think the whole process was so funny now.
The captain pulled up the small craft, his two helpers waiting on the beach to help, or heave, people into the boat. There was a group of about seven people all waiting for the go ahead from one of the men on the beach. Landon tensed next to her, and she gazed up at his face. He seemed excited.
A minute later, the captain told everyone to get on, and before Maya knew it, she was flung over Landon’s shoulder being carried like a sack of potatoes. She laughed as she tried not to slam her face into his back.
The next thing she registered was him gently settling her into a seat. Giving her a quick kiss, he flung himself overboard and grabbed a man who was having trouble getting himself into the boat and gave him a boost to help him in. Next Landon picked up another woman, jumped in the boat with her, and settled her in a seat. He grabbed the hand of another man who was almost in, hauling him aboard.
She looked at him with pride. He was amazing and strong and sexy and…hers. Pulling his head down, she kissed him hard. “You’re pretty incredible,” she whispered to his mouth.
He chuckled and drew her under his arm. “As long as you think so, that’s all that matters to me. That was kind of fun, though.”
Snuggling up next to him, she listened as people thanked him for his help, and he made idle chit chat with them. As Lover’s Beach loomed in the distance, she wondered what he would do if he were to live a civilian life. She couldn’t see him being happy bartending or something like that. It would have to be something physical, something that had him in movement. Maybe he’d join a police force. But he was so highly trained it seemed like a waste of his talents. She searched her mind for things he could do here in Cabo, and came up with exactly nada .
What was she thinking? It may be years before he’d want to live a normal life, one free of the Navy and the SEALs. Hell, from what she understood, he couldn’t even put in for retirement until he was fifty-five. The fact of the matter was that he’d have to leave soon, for an unknown period of time, and she didn’t know if she would see him again until he showed up
She nodded.
When her shift was done and she had completed the turn over to the night crew, she looked up and saw him immediately. He wore a black tank top that hugged his strong body. He was still in his bathing suit, and also carried a small cooler. He flipped his glasses up to his head and his blue eyes seared her.
She walked toward him as if on a cloud, her footsteps as light as her mood.
She stood on her tip toes and he leaned down and met her lips for a kiss.
“Let’s go back to your room,” she whispered to his lips.
He smiled and shook his head. “Not yet. We’re taking another boat ride, if it’s okay with you.”
Disappointment surged, but then he grinned again, which let her know this wasn’t the same type of boat ride they had been on the night before.
“Okay,” she said. “I need to change.”
He shook his head. “You really don’t. You don’t need a pretty sundress where we’re going.”
He grasped her hand, and they walked down the stairs from the pool to the beach where the water taxis picked up the tourists and took them over to the harbor, where they had been the previous night, or over to Lover’s Island.
She had never been on one of these taxis, but had done her fair share of laughing at those trying to get on them. The boats were about twenty-five feet long. They bobbed up and down in the surf, and when the incoming waves crashed and the front of the boat dipped, it was a mad rush to get people onboard. The men usually made a run for it on their own, but the women were picked up and tossed in the boat before the next wave could come. As an observer, it was very funny to watch the whole debacle, but as someone participating in it, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to be thrown in a boat and she didn’t think the whole process was so funny now.
The captain pulled up the small craft, his two helpers waiting on the beach to help, or heave, people into the boat. There was a group of about seven people all waiting for the go ahead from one of the men on the beach. Landon tensed next to her, and she gazed up at his face. He seemed excited.
A minute later, the captain told everyone to get on, and before Maya knew it, she was flung over Landon’s shoulder being carried like a sack of potatoes. She laughed as she tried not to slam her face into his back.
The next thing she registered was him gently settling her into a seat. Giving her a quick kiss, he flung himself overboard and grabbed a man who was having trouble getting himself into the boat and gave him a boost to help him in. Next Landon picked up another woman, jumped in the boat with her, and settled her in a seat. He grabbed the hand of another man who was almost in, hauling him aboard.
She looked at him with pride. He was amazing and strong and sexy and…hers. Pulling his head down, she kissed him hard. “You’re pretty incredible,” she whispered to his mouth.
He chuckled and drew her under his arm. “As long as you think so, that’s all that matters to me. That was kind of fun, though.”
Snuggling up next to him, she listened as people thanked him for his help, and he made idle chit chat with them. As Lover’s Beach loomed in the distance, she wondered what he would do if he were to live a civilian life. She couldn’t see him being happy bartending or something like that. It would have to be something physical, something that had him in movement. Maybe he’d join a police force. But he was so highly trained it seemed like a waste of his talents. She searched her mind for things he could do here in Cabo, and came up with exactly nada .
What was she thinking? It may be years before he’d want to live a normal life, one free of the Navy and the SEALs. Hell, from what she understood, he couldn’t even put in for retirement until he was fifty-five. The fact of the matter was that he’d have to leave soon, for an unknown period of time, and she didn’t know if she would see him again until he showed up
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