Page 35 of Dreamboat

I don’t bother doing that because she’s mistaken. Anyone glancing in this direction, is focused solely on her.

An announcement fills the air to share the news that the ship has docked.

Her gaze finds mine. “I guess this is it.”

For now.

I have no doubt I’ll see her again. I pray it won’t be long before that happens, but regardless, I can’t wait to get back to Manhattan because I’ll be closer to her than I will be for the next thirty-six hours until I board a plane headed for New York.

I step closer and cradle my hands over her face. “Delia.”

She gazes up at me. “Donovan, thank you. For all of it. For everything.”

I stare into her beautiful brown eyes. “Thank you.”

She glances down briefly before she’s looking at me again. “It was the trip of a lifetime.”

“I agree.”

“I should go.” She shifts on her feet. “It’s time for me to go.”

Not wanting that to happen, I lean closer to her. “One last kiss?”

She nods softly. “One last kiss.”

I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her with all the emotion that is stirring within me.

When we part, her fingers dance over her lips. “I’ll remember that kiss for a long time.”

I’ll remember it forever. Just as I’ll remember every single moment of this trip until the day I die.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Delia

“You’ve been back for a week and all I know about the cruise is that you met a magician and his loincloth wearing friend.”

I glance at Nikita as she arranges chocolate bars on a stand on the front counter of her candy store.

Wolf Candy is a staple in Manhattan, and I’m a tried and true regular customer.

The issue with that is Nikita won’t take my money. Whenever I pluck a candy bar off the display or approach the check out counter with a clear bag filled with cinnamon hearts, she shoos away any attempt I make to pay.

Today, I’ve got a large piece of red licorice in my fist. I’ve been munching on it since I arrived here twenty minutes ago.

It’s barely eight a.m. so even though the store isn’t open yet, I’m inside of it.

That’s because I stopped by with two coffees in my hands.

“Who said there’s more to tell than that?”

“Anyone who knows you.” She shrugs, sending her long black hair sailing over her shoulder. “You must have had some fun on the trip. Did the magician and the loincloth guy double team you?”

“Eww?”

“Were they not hot?”

I think about that for a split second. “Both were hot, but not my type.”

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