Page 3 of Passing Ships

“Buckle up,” he commands before turning to Wade to discuss their plans to get Lennon to the airport tomorrow.

Eden steps to my window and leans down.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do tonight,” she whispers.

“And what would you do?” I ask.

She glances over her shoulder and then back at me. “I’d go tiptoeing through the forest.”

Wade calls her name, and she winks at me before she stands and follows him.

The little minx. She’s a far cry from the shy girl we met only a few short months ago.

We have properly corrupted her.

Lennon slides behind the wheel, adjusts the seat and mirrors, and fastens his seat belt.

“Ready?” he asks as he pushes the switch and the car hums to life.

“Yes, sir,” I purr.

His eyes cut to me, and I swear heat flares behind them as he shifts the car into drive.

Oh, he likes that.

Well, game on. I can be a good little submissive girl when I want to be.

Amiya

We ride in loaded silence for a while as we make our way across the island, maneuvering through the dark back roads that lead to the cottage’s little secluded cove.

“So, you leave tomorrow?” I ask.

“I go back to Norfolk.”

“Norfolk. So, you call Virginia home,” I say.

“No,” he replies.

“You don’t like it there?” I surmise.

“It’s fine.”

Okaaay.

“All right. Tell a woman to mind her business without telling a woman to mind her business,” I mutter as I turn to look out the window.

He sighs.

“I’m not much for small talk,” he says.

“It’s fine. I get it.”

We pull in front of the cottage, and he shuts off the engine. Before I can open the door, he places a hand on my knee to stop me.

I turn to face him. His head is resting back against the seat, and his eyes are set on me.

“I’m sorry. I guess thinking about returning has put me in a foul mood. Yes, Norfolk is where I live. I just don’t call it home. This is home.”

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