Page 70 of Sail Away
TWO WEEKS LATER…
Reid stepped out onto the deck and set his mug down on the table. He slowly raised his arms to the sky and stretched. He groaned. It still hurt like a motherfucker. And taking in a full deep breath still hadn’t become possible.
One thing was for sure, though, he could get used to living on a sailboat.
It really was likeLiving the Dream.
He glanced toward the bright blue sky. Not a cloud in sight.
Quietly, he closed the door to the galley and made himself comfortable on the stern in what had become his favorite spot. He flicked open the paper and scanned the headlines.
He was getting really tired of reading about himself and Preston. It would die down eventually.
However, it might get worse before it got better, especially since he’d uncovered that Preston had started cutting corners in areas that could have cost lives. Reid would have to make some serious adjustments to his business, one of which would be to sell off a few divisions.
Enough was enough.
Reid really wanted to focus on a few things and do them right. His company had gotten too big and spread out. It was time to bring it back to the basics. Besides, he really wanted to spend every waking moment with Darcie when she was around, and thank God her season had wrapped up last night. She had a full six weeks off before she captained her first full season on a superyacht out of Key West. He was looking forward to it since he planned to relocate to South Florida for the duration of the charter season.
Their life would be like that for two years, and then Darcie said she wanted to open a sailing school.
The only question was whether it would be in Galveston or Seattle.
Thud.
Bang.
Crash.
Thud.
What the fuck?
Reid leaped from his chair. He groaned, clutching his side as he fumbled down the five steps into the galley where he saw Darcie’s feet sticking out of the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”
She answered with a noise that he would have preferred not to hear. She coughed and gagged.
Holding back her hair, he rubbed her back. “I guess we’re not going to the market this morning.”
“No. We can still go.” She brushed the hair from her face and took the hand he offered. “Get me a glass of juice and some crackers, please.”
“Sure thing.” He helped her to the sofa, brushing his lips over her forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”
“I’m not sick.”
“I beg to differ, considering what I just witnessed.”
“I knew I should have told you this last night.” She took the juice he offered and sucked down half of it.
“Now you’re freaking me out.”
“You might want to sit down for this.” She brought a cracker to her plump lips and nibbled.
He let out a short breath and joined her on the sofa. “I’m listening.” He ran a hand through his hair, doing his best to push all negative thoughts away. They’d made a lot of decisions, and while that made him ridiculously happy, there was still a tiny little voice in the back of his head that warned him this wasn’t going to be smooth sailing.
“Do you remember when we first got together, and we didn’t use a condom, and you said there wasn’t anything we could do about it and we’d just have to wait and see?”
His mind got stuck ondidn’t use a condom. He replayed the words over and over again. He remembered the encounter like it was yesterday, and he also recalled being concerned for about five seconds that she could be pregnant. But he hadn’t given it another thought since that moment.
