Waves of Passion (Wild Women Trilogy Book #1) by Danika Steel Page B

came to some of the heavier jobs but Denna soon put him in his place, showing him that she could do anything he could do and in my opinion she usually did it better. There wasn't much conversation as we moored off and headed out to the open sea, but this was normal as everyone was usually concentrating on the job at hand. Once it was acceptable, the sails were lifted and we let the wind carry us further into the open distance. 
     
    Denna was strong and willing to listen to my instruction. She was eager to gain more knowledge and I was confident that I could leave her to her own devices. Like she said in her initial forms, she liked to work off her own initiative. Jack was equally capable, but he tended to cut corners in favor of getting the job done quicker. I felt like I needed to keep a closer eye on him as there was no room for nonchalance on my boat and I preferred to have things done my particular way. It wasn't a control thing, it was for purposes of practicality…and I didn't really trust him any further than I could throw him. There was plenty of fun to be had on board a boat, but there were many dangers too and his casual attitude and carelessness could be quite dangerous. It usually took me a couple of hours to assess the level of competence in my clients but with these two, they were pleasing to have on board– so far.
     
    Sailing to an appropriate anchorage point would take most of the day. Once we found where we wanted to be, we would anchor down and for the remainder of the day we'd eat, drink and get to know one another. This would be the only 'down time' we would have during the trip and it served a purpose as far as socializing went, and provided a sense of morale boosting for us to all work as a team.
    Throughout the day, we'd take turns resting and grabbing a quick lunch in the saloon, but then it was back to work, sailing across the calm and peaceful waters. By the time we were ready to anchor down, if my appetite was anything to go by, everyone would be starving and ready for that first relaxing drink of the evening.
     
    I was quite satisfied with how well the three of us worked together. Jack was behaving himself-- for the most part. He liked to question my authority, but I was quick to put him in his place. Denna and I made a great team. We worked together like we'd done so countless times before, and she never made me feel like we had to talk to fill the silence, unlike Jack who talked even when no one was listening.
     
    Satisfied that I'd found an appropriate place to rest, I shouted for Jack to prepare our stabilizer, making note of the buoy below. Jack hoisted the anchor up to the deck board and waited for my instruction. Allowing ourselves to come to a settling pause, I nodded my head and Jack heaved the anchor over the side; we all paid attention to the familiar splash of water and then the expected tug on the rope as it prevented us from going any further. All we were left with was a gentle rocking and splatters of water lapping at the side of the boat.
     
    As we were in the middle of nowhere, we wouldn't be disembarking so there were no deck planks to arrange, the only thing that remained to be secured was the bow of the boat. Denna was already making her way down to the front, again, waiting for my command. I waited to access the wind direction, and as soon as I felt it work with the boat, I nodded my head for anchor down. It was great to be able to take a step back and simply observe my crew at work. Obviously, for health and safety purposes, I had to be mindful of their decisions, but when my crew knew the routine on a boat, it was a nice change of pace for me.
     
    “Okay guys, beer time!” A resonated cheer bounced around the boat and I was happy to see everyone getting along, but I couldn't help but wonder how long that would last.
     
    I clapped my hands eagerly as we all made our way down to the saloon. Once down there, my guests took their places at the bar while I grabbed