Page 47 of Passing Ships

“Not cocky. Confident. There won’t be a boy in that bar tonight worthy of having those legs wrapped around him.”

“And you think you’re worthy?” she asks as she leans back, her eyes shining up at mine.

She snakes her arms around my neck, leaning into me. Memories of the night before flood my mind.

“Those three orgasms you had while screaming my name last night say I am.”

“Two. The first one doesn’t count because I already had that one locked and loaded before you joined the party.”

“Oh, it counts, sweetheart, because it was my name you were moaning while your fingers were buried inside you. I bet you’re wet right now, just thinking about it.”

A shiver runs through her at my words.

Words dripping with promise. But before she can compose herself enough to spout off a retort, a hard knock vibrates against the door.

Her body slumps in response.

“That’s my ride,” she murmurs, disappointment heavy in her tone.

I feed my arm around her back to grab the doorknob. The movement brings her in closer to me, and I drop my head to press a kiss to the pulse point on her neck.

“I’ll see you later, Legs,” I whisper against her skin before turning the handle and opening the door to Avie and her cousins standing on the deck.

Amiya takes a shuddering breath and turns to face them. “Just a minute. I have to grab my bag.”

She sprints back to the island and fetches the beaded purse. Then sashays past me, giving me a mischievous grin before wiggling her fingers goodbye in my face. “See you later, Sailor.”

She joins the girls, throwing her arms in the air, she shouts, “Ready to get this party started, bitches?” before enclosing them in a tight embrace.

They verbalize their agreement, and I watch as the four of them hobble down the wooden steps in their ridiculous shoes in anticipation of an unforgettable evening.

I hope they have just that.

I watch until they have all piled into Wade’s waiting truck. Then I head back inside to prepare for my hot date with my brother and the cutest five-year-old on the planet. But I can’t help but look forward to the end of the evening when Amiya prances her sexy ass back through the door.

She has me in a vise. Like cotton candy spinning itself around a paper cone.

I shake my head.

Cotton candy? More like a spiderweb and I’m her willing prey.

Amiya

The Sapphire Tide is an impressive restaurant with oceanfront dining and breathtaking panoramic views of The Point, which is the northernmost tip of the island, where the Atlantic Ocean and the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway merge. Tonight is the venue’s grand opening. Lisa and Savannah secured a reservation with prime seating next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out at the gorgeous sunset over the water.

The elegantly dressed hostess offers us a complimentary glass of champagne as she guides us to our table, where we are greeted by our server, who gives us a rundown of the night’s special menu and passes us their handcrafted cocktail and wine list.

“Wow, this place is something else,” I muse.

“Right? We could see it from the top deck at Eden’s house and wanted to try it, but reservations were impossible to get, so we recruited Sabel’s help, and she was able to work a miracle and get us in tonight,” Lisa says.

That makes sense. Mrs. Sabel Hollister is the grande dame of Sandcastle Cove after all.

“After dinner, we have a table reserved on the patio that’s built over the water. There’s a massive bar and stage out there. There will be live music until ten,” Savannah says.

Lisa selects a nice Lewis Cellars Reserve Cabernet Sauvignon for the table, and the restaurant’s sommelier comes to present the bottle and offer her food pairing suggestions.

The meal is an amazing five-course experience. Starting with oysters with caviar and champagne foam and ending with a lemon meringue tart with fresh berries.

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