Page 51 of Sail Away
Darcie closed her eyes. Her heart tightened. Her mind whirled with a million possibilities, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t look at each path with fear and trepidation. She didn’t want to run and hide from what overwhelmed her anymore; she wanted to embrace the challenge.
She smiled, feeling like she might actually understand what it meant to be a thrill seeker.
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About the only way to appease Reid’s rage was to find an outlet for it, and that required getting an adrenaline rush moving through his body.
Or getting drunk.
The latter wasn’t a good idea at seven in the morning.
He stood on the aft deck where they kept all the toys.
Kids’ toys.
The problem with extreme sports was that it wasn’t worth it unless he was traveling at ridiculously high speeds.
The jet skis weren’t worth it.
However, sticking his fist through Jim’s face might do the trick.
Who the fuck tracked down a woman, wooed her into his bed, and then cheated on her, all because Preston Jenner asked him to? No. Preston had to have something on Jim. Something big and juicy.
Or Jim was just a dick.
Which was a possibility.
“You are up bright and early,” Craig said. “Though I’m not surprised the rest of your group is still sleeping. They sure know how to tie one on.”
“They will be up by nine. Preston will make sure of it. But I can’t sleep that late, and I thought this morning was too beautiful to waste.”
“I totally agree. And the water won’t stay like glass for long. This is the perfect time to go skiing. Darcie’s bringing the tender around. We’ve got three wakeboards for you to choose from.”
“I pick that one.” He pointed to one he’d pulled from the pile. “I’ll go without a wetsuit. And yes, I know I have to wear a life vest.”
The sound of a motor cutting through the water caught his attention. Darcie sat in the middle of the center console wearing a tight V-neck sun shirt and tiny black shorts that barely covered her adorable little ass.
Thatmoved some blood around in his system.
He watched with a smile tugging at his lips as she maneuvered the small motorboat with ease. He climbed on the back, wishing he could pull her in for an embrace. Or maybe find a small nook offshore for a little morning hanky-panky.
But Craig, the spotter, put a damper on that. Yachting and all their rules.
“You’re going to regret not wearing a wetsuit.” She tossed him the handle as she idled away from the yacht.
“I like my water refreshing,” Reid said as he pulled the straps on his life jacket tight.
“I’m not a guy, but correct me if I’m wrong, Craig, it’s the kind of cold that causes massive shrinkage, right?”
“She’s not lying.” Craig took a seat next to Darcie, facing backward. “It’s totally embarrassing, dude.”
Reid stuck his hand over the side, feeling the water. It was a bit on the chilly side, but he wasn’t backing out now.
“You can hop in whenever you’re ready.” She pointed toward the shore. “We’ll go up and down in that little cove right there.”
It had been a good two years since he’d been wakeboarding, but it had to be like bike riding.
He hoped. It would suck to wipe out in front of Darcie during a leisurely morning ski run.
