The River’s Edge by Jordan Castillo Price

Author:Jordan Castillo Price [Price, Jordan Castillo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Gay / Lesbian / LGBT
Amazon: B0C8BTMTVM
Goodreads: 178799234
Publisher: JCP Books LLC
Published: 2023-07-02T22:00:00+00:00

6

I’ve never seen the appeal of a boat. Carmine Rossi had a 60-foot catamaran he’d bought, basically to prove he had the dough. He’d never dream of using it to ditch a body—too easy to tie it back to him if the dead guy ever washed up at the water treatment plant. Why risk it when a 16-foot fiberglass skiff will do the job just as well?

As far as I was concerned, nothing good ever happened on the water…but I’d been willing to let Gabriel convince me otherwise. A couple weeks into our thing, I’d accepted his invitation to the yacht club because their prime rib was rare and their Bloody Marys were strong—and also because it was so far out of Rossi territory, there’d be no way anyone from the crew would spot us together.

I’d had no clue actual boating would be involved.

Imagine my shock when he led me not to the restaurant, but the docks, where a gleaming sailboat with the words Prima Facie lettered across the back was moored. “Don’t tell me you’ve never been sailing,” he teased—and somehow I managed to not flinch when he caught my hand and ran a thumb across my scarred knuckles. “You’ve totally got the hands for it.”

Sailing is a lot harder than it looks. When you catch a breeze, you’d better be prepared to ride it out. But once I got used to being dragged around by forces beyond my control, I realized I was actually enjoying myself. It didn’t hurt that Gabriel found plenty of reasons to fit himself up against me as he taught me to work the rigging.

It was no 60-foot catamaran. But the single cramped cabin was all we really needed.

Maybe now we’d manage to stumble across a boat, if we just walked far enough. And maybe it would be something more than a crappy little skiff. Maybe there’d be a cramped cabin….

My memories of that afternoon with Gabriel were starting to feel as hazy as the fog over the gray river. But the desire to go belowdecks with Shane was crystal clear.

As if my recent failed attempt at tussling with someone from the other side of the tracks had taught me nothing at all.

Well, it’s not like I plan on marrying the kid. I just want to set the boat rocking. And given the way he’d sighed into my mouth back when we were locking lips, I’d wager he would be down for it. But not right this second…given the way he was staring at the spot on the river where Surfer Boy had gone through the grinder. There wasn’t any splatterhouse gore to see, but there might’ve been an odd sheen to the water’s calm surface where the guy’d gone under.

“C’mon,” I said. It sounded forced, way too chipper. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Why bother? We’ve tried following the river—both ways—and we’ve tried walking away from it altogether. But we always end up right back where we started.”

“Then we need to try harder.”

“Fine.” Shane was just humoring me, but at least it would get us moving.

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