Runway Encounter Complete Series Box Set: South Beach Romance by Heartley Amanda

Author:Heartley, Amanda [Heartley, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: New adult romance, coming of age, Contemporary Romance, Erotic romance
Publisher: Heartley Publishing
Published: 2016-02-08T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Kellan

“What?!”

I stared back at Ryan, his poor face three shades of green, as he stood on the dock, filling my heart with panic.

“You’ll be fine, Kellan,” he insisted, voice as gruesome as his complexion. “My captain’s license is in the glove box if the Marine Patrol stops you and if you keep your hat on and your mouth shut, you’ll be fine.”

“I don’t care about the license. I care about the client who’s going to be here any minute.”

He shook his head. “It’s some rich housewife and her silly friends,” he insisted before another wave of nausea silenced him and he bent over the dock, launching putrid looking projectile vomit into the sea. I backed away, knowing any argument was futile. The kid could hardly stand up, let alone help me bait and rig half a dozen fishing poles.

“It’s a pleasure cruise,” Ryan insisted, dragging a pale arm across his thin, green lips. “You take ‘em just offshore, cruise right for a bit, cruise left so they think they’re getting’ their money’s worth, let ‘em cast out a few lines and the first one to get seasick, you head right back in.”

I nodded, thinking that did sound like a pretty good plan of attack after all. After all, it was my fourth trip this week and the first three had been fairly uneventful. Despite being nearly 40-feet long, Roy’s Retreat was basically a big couch with engines, floating about the gently lapping sea as fisherman of all shapes and sizes dropped their pre-baited lines to draw just as many variety of fish straight from the depths.

I could see the attraction, and how a man like Roy—and even a young man like Ryan—might be drawn to a life on the sea. Endless rolling vistas of clear crystal blue, cloudless blue skies, cold beer and warm conversation, what more could a man ask for?

A healthy first mate.

“Go on home,” I told him before another wave of nausea might strike. “I’ll do you like you say and take the gals out for a pleasure cruise. Just try to rest up for tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded before drifting away, shuffling back toward the marina entrance and dragging himself up into his battered blue pickup truck before grinding his gears and lurching away amidst a cloud of oily fumes. He’d already been an hour late, and so I’d done most of the prep work, cutting up bait-fish, icing down the big cooler chests beneath the patio cushions on either side of the boat, hosing down the decks and gassing her up before our quick trip out into the ocean.

I was just queuing up my favorite local reggae station when I heard the clattering of heels on the weathered dock behind me. I turned to find a stunning creature clad only in a floppy hat, a floral bikini and a sheer black cover up tied loosely around her waist like a skirt. She was in her late 40s, but looked at least a decade younger and was clearly a woman of privilege.

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