Ryder found it extremely difficult to make softer, more pointless conversation. He was a man of reason. And had a strong drive to win any challenges in his way. He then took Penny by her hand. Penny's skin prickled at the warmth of his sultry yet firm touch.
Sure, Ryder had a grumpy nature. But he guided Penny up each wobbly step, climbing up the boat ladder. Shocked, there was one obvious thing missing on Ryder’s boat.
"I just realized," she squealed, clinging onto Ryder for dear life. "Your boat doesn't have a name..."
"It doesn't need a name. It's a boat..." Ryder replied.
" Every boat needs a name. A name Like Morning Glory . Or, True Love Or,..." Penny rattled on.
"Or, boat..." Ryder grimaced with a sarcastic snarl. "Yeah, why don't I just name my boat Boat ."
Penny landed hard on the yacht’s deck. The old boat still kind of looked like a creeky old mess. She imagined, in her head, what it would look like once it got sanded down and a new coat of paint. The large white sails billowed in the breeze just over her Penny’s head. Ryder eased past her, hoisting up the dropped rope in his hand.
"You sail boats as a hobby?" Penny asked.
"I sail boats as a sport. I've travelled every corner of the world and nothing feels like home. In three weeks, once this ship is restored, I'm entering in the Bayside Regatta,” Ryder told her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Penny noticed something flashing and saw a glass case in the back of Ryder's yacht over stuffed with trophies.
"You mean you won all of these?"
Behind the glass, Penny saw several blue ribbons, trophies and engraved plaques.
"They have my names on them, don't they? I've entered in the Bayside Regatta several times, but I've never won. I always come in second place..."
Penny rocked back, surprised. "Second place to who?"
"Stratton Thorn. But I found this old ship—the one you’re standing in right now—and knew that this ship would be the one . The one to finally take Stratton out of the race," Ryder said.
Ryder eyed Penny from behind as she ogled his shiny trophy case. He couldn't help but lick the corner of his lips.
"Okay, let's get started. I didn't ask you up here to just gawk around," Ryder said, eager to get his tasks done for the day.
Penny jerked up at attention. Ryder prowled right up behind her and placed her hands on the steering. Penny felt along the smooth groves of the wooden spokes.
"Steering a ship is a lot like having faith in the unknown. You can only guide it so much, but don't try to control it. Got it?"
Honestly, Penny didn't hear a word Ryder said. She nodded and then grabbed the steering with both of her hands. She swung wildly to the left with a gleeful twirl. Ryder quickly grabbed onto the wheel, stopping it before Penny capsized the boat and drowned them both.
"Y'know...maybe that's enough for today,” Ryder told her, pushing Penny off to the side—where she couldn’t put either them in danger...
Penny snapped her fingers. " Aww, really? But we're just getting started!"
Ryder couldn't help but chuckle, flashing his pearly white toothy smile. Penny had never seen a man with such animalistic features. Ryder had the most vicious attitude, but somehow he also made her feel safe.
Like he'd protect her if anything went wrong. And the maddening carnal sex crazed thoughts flooded to the front of Penny’s brain.
God, why does Ryder have to have such a powerful body and those achingly intense golden eyes? Penny bit her lip. Of course, she had crushes before. But it’s like Ryder had this power over her that made weak in the knees. She pursed her lips, knowing she was exactly the thing to get him to change his cranky ways.
Chapter Three
"T here's plenty of room to sleep on the ship," Ryder roared.
Penny frowned at the thought of having to sleep in a creeky old ship all night. Ryder’s boat was not at all like she imagined. In her head, she saw Jack and Kate falling in love on the Titanic. In reality, everything was
Sure, Ryder had a grumpy nature. But he guided Penny up each wobbly step, climbing up the boat ladder. Shocked, there was one obvious thing missing on Ryder’s boat.
"I just realized," she squealed, clinging onto Ryder for dear life. "Your boat doesn't have a name..."
"It doesn't need a name. It's a boat..." Ryder replied.
" Every boat needs a name. A name Like Morning Glory . Or, True Love Or,..." Penny rattled on.
"Or, boat..." Ryder grimaced with a sarcastic snarl. "Yeah, why don't I just name my boat Boat ."
Penny landed hard on the yacht’s deck. The old boat still kind of looked like a creeky old mess. She imagined, in her head, what it would look like once it got sanded down and a new coat of paint. The large white sails billowed in the breeze just over her Penny’s head. Ryder eased past her, hoisting up the dropped rope in his hand.
"You sail boats as a hobby?" Penny asked.
"I sail boats as a sport. I've travelled every corner of the world and nothing feels like home. In three weeks, once this ship is restored, I'm entering in the Bayside Regatta,” Ryder told her.
Out of the corner of her eye, Penny noticed something flashing and saw a glass case in the back of Ryder's yacht over stuffed with trophies.
"You mean you won all of these?"
Behind the glass, Penny saw several blue ribbons, trophies and engraved plaques.
"They have my names on them, don't they? I've entered in the Bayside Regatta several times, but I've never won. I always come in second place..."
Penny rocked back, surprised. "Second place to who?"
"Stratton Thorn. But I found this old ship—the one you’re standing in right now—and knew that this ship would be the one . The one to finally take Stratton out of the race," Ryder said.
Ryder eyed Penny from behind as she ogled his shiny trophy case. He couldn't help but lick the corner of his lips.
"Okay, let's get started. I didn't ask you up here to just gawk around," Ryder said, eager to get his tasks done for the day.
Penny jerked up at attention. Ryder prowled right up behind her and placed her hands on the steering. Penny felt along the smooth groves of the wooden spokes.
"Steering a ship is a lot like having faith in the unknown. You can only guide it so much, but don't try to control it. Got it?"
Honestly, Penny didn't hear a word Ryder said. She nodded and then grabbed the steering with both of her hands. She swung wildly to the left with a gleeful twirl. Ryder quickly grabbed onto the wheel, stopping it before Penny capsized the boat and drowned them both.
"Y'know...maybe that's enough for today,” Ryder told her, pushing Penny off to the side—where she couldn’t put either them in danger...
Penny snapped her fingers. " Aww, really? But we're just getting started!"
Ryder couldn't help but chuckle, flashing his pearly white toothy smile. Penny had never seen a man with such animalistic features. Ryder had the most vicious attitude, but somehow he also made her feel safe.
Like he'd protect her if anything went wrong. And the maddening carnal sex crazed thoughts flooded to the front of Penny’s brain.
God, why does Ryder have to have such a powerful body and those achingly intense golden eyes? Penny bit her lip. Of course, she had crushes before. But it’s like Ryder had this power over her that made weak in the knees. She pursed her lips, knowing she was exactly the thing to get him to change his cranky ways.
Chapter Three
"T here's plenty of room to sleep on the ship," Ryder roared.
Penny frowned at the thought of having to sleep in a creeky old ship all night. Ryder’s boat was not at all like she imagined. In her head, she saw Jack and Kate falling in love on the Titanic. In reality, everything was
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