Page 18 of Embracing the Change

“And you’re old enough to know you never tell a woman you just kissed, and kissed thoroughly, Jameson Oakley, that the kiss you shared was a mistake.”

Yet again, his eyes flashed. “My words were lamentably unguarded, but also unintentional when I hurt you by saying that. Can you claim the same?”

“Absolutely,” I spat.

He glowered at me.

I glared at him.

His head shot around to look out the windows.

It was then I heard the hushed rumble of the yacht’s engines.

They weren’t just starting up. In the intensity of our conversation, we’d missed their engagement.

They were working.

Thus, when I glanced to the side, I saw we were moving.

I felt my brows knit in confusion.

“What on earth?” I murmured.

Had everyone arrived?

And if they had, why had no one joined us in the lounge?

Jamie slammed his glass down on the bar and prowled to and out the open door to the deck.

Hurrying, I followed him.

He was at the starboard side where I stopped next to him and stared in total incredulity at Chloe, Cadence and Dru standing down on the dock, waving up at us (though, again, Chloe wasn’t waving, she had one hand to her baby bump, and a smug look on her face).

There was a mild, panicked squeak to my words when I asked, “What’s happening?”

Slowly, Jamie turned my way.

I looked up at him.

He stared down at me.

And then he spoke.

“It looks, sweetheart, like we’ve been parent trapped.”

Oh. My.

Lord.

It hit me like a rocket.

Chloe.

That little minx.

This was…

It was…

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