Page 7 of Key Lime Kisses
“Chocolate cheesecake, a seasonal fruit bowl, or mango sherbet,” said the waiter.
Well, cheesecake sounded decadent. Why not? “Would it be possible to get a slice of cheesecake, even though I was downstairs?” I asked.
“Absolutely.”
Weston cleared his throat. “That actually sounds delicious, could I get a slice as well, please?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Thank you,” said Weston.
The waiter hurried off and we turned back to the water.
“You didn’t order a meal?” I asked.
Weston shrugged. “I was waiting for my date and didn’t have much of an appetite, although I’m hungry now.”
“I’m hungry too.”
“You didn’t eat?”
I rolled my eyes. “I was propositioned not long after breakfast started, so I just got up and left.”
Weston snorted and shook his head in sympathy.
The waiter returned with two very generous slices of cheesecake.
“Here you are, gentlemen,” he said.
We thanked him and then sat down together at a nearby table.
“This is delicious,” I said as I ate a forkful.
“Yeah,” Weston agreed.
My phone buzzed and I reflexively checked it. Traffic alert. I started to tuck it away when I saw the time.
“Whoa, it’s almost noon already!” I said.
“Really?” Weston looked out over the water with a frown. “I don’t even think we’ve turned around yet – I’ve been watching. I wonder how long this is supposed to last.”
“Are we docking in the same place we left?” I asked.
He groaned. “I have no idea. My sister made all the arrangements, I just went along with it.”
We ate our cake in a peaceful silence. I felt more comfortable with Weston than I had with the jerk alpha, I found myself wishing Weston had been my date instead.
The waiter returned to collect our plates. “The cabins are open now. You’ll find your cabin number on your ID card and your luggage will be waiting inside. Enjoy your voyage.” He turned and hurried off to another table.
Weston and I exchanged a confused look.
“Our… voyage?” Weston repeated.
“Our luggage is in ourcabin?” I said in answer.
His eyes widened as we stared at each other. I quickly started looking for my ID card.
“Oh crap, I can’t find my ID card…” I said, flipping through my wallet.
