Falling for the Wrong Guy by London Lovett

Author:London Lovett [Lovett, London]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Fox Press

Chapter Twenty-One

Dex

I spooned some tuna onto the railing, and Gus appeared from out of nowhere to eat it. “Exactly what have you been up to, buddy? Seems like you’ve been disappearing a lot lately. Are ya leading a double life somewhere on a yacht?” Gus finished the fish and settled into a preening routine. It seemed I wasn’t going to learn about his secret life.

I grabbed a beer out of the mini fridge and placed my folding beach chair out on deck to relax. It had been a while since I’d stood at a stove all day churning out multiple dishes to customers. The day had started well, and the customers and my new boss seemed pleased with everything I prepared. I was feeling pretty darn good that I’d found a place to work, a place to be, but then Kellan called to throw a wrench in an otherwise smooth day. Aria insisted that I return for the second day of my trial, but I wasn’t so sure about any of it now. I didn’t want to get in the way of their relationship. Aria was strong and confident, and it seemed that my brother had met his match in that regard. I wasn’t sure if that had ever happened before.

“Thanks again for dropping off the sandwich.” Oscar’s gravelly tone cut through my thoughts.

“It’s all Aria. I was just the delivery man,” I called back.

Oscar was wearing a big puffy coat and using a cane to walk along the uneven planks on the dock. He stopped at my boat. He pressed the cane down firmly and rested both his hands on top. “You need to name her.”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“This boat. It’s a bit of a heap, but she’ll shine more if you give her a name.”

“You’re right. Any suggestions?”

“Don’t know, but something that’ll make her feel pretty.”

I lifted my beer. “Would you like one?”

Oscar chuckled. “You see how hard it is for me to walk this dock? Can you imagine that same walk after a beer? No, I had to give up the beers years ago to keep my sea legs under me.”

“You look like a man who could stand perfectly still on the deck of a ship being rocked by a monsoon.”

He laughed again. It was a grainy sound that seemed to indicate he’d laughed a lot in his life. “Oh sure, on deck these old bones are as steady as wrought iron, but this ratty old dock is another thing altogether. Well, I’ve got a load of clothes spinning down at the laundry room. If I leave it too long, Bert, over on the Blue Sky, will take my stuff out and shove it into a basket. Don’t want to be walking around in wrinkles.”

I sat up from my slouch. “Do you need some help with that?”

“Oh no, I’ll be fine. You finish your beer. And I’m glad to hear you’re working at the café. Aria was working too hard.”

“Thanks, Oscar. I’m glad, too.”

“By the way, that bird of yours has been making himself at home on my boat when you’re not around.

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